I was beginning to worry that the monsoons decided to pass us by this summer, and we were going to start having more severe drought problems, because it hasn't rained since June. I have a love/hate relationship with the monsoons. I love them because they replenish the ground water supply, make beautiful sunsets, and are always a good source of excitement, but I hate them because they are destructive, they scare the hell out of my dog, and they bring out some nasty wildlife and weeds.
Yesterday evening I went outside, and while the sky was blue and uncluttered overhead, I could see a rain shaft to the south, and some mean looking thunderclouds to the west. I turned on the news to see Phoenix streets flooded and power outages, yet we remained untouched. My husband got home from work and wanted to take the dogs out to do their business immediately because a wave of clouds and dust had followed him home. Right when he and the dogs got back indoors, our house got hit hard by a wall of wind and I turned my head to see a haboob blowing dust across the mountains.
We didn't get much rain, but the horses' tails were horizontal in the wind, and we have a chance to get some rain each afternoon over the next few days. I was glad that we didn't have to deal with a power outage, because I would have missed JoJo's hometown visits. I wouldn't want to have to make the decisions she's got to make over the next few episodes of The Bachelorette. Usually, there are one or two good guys who stand out and the rest are easy to pare off, but she's got four really, really good guys to choose from and she doesn't want to let any of them go, because it will break their hearts. But then, in the real world, no man would tolerate his significant other dating three other guys, so three of them do have to hit the road.
But I digress, here are some pictures of the arrival of our monsoon weather...