It's not supposed to rain in late April. But it is, right now, battering on the roof, splatting on the windows, rumbling a little in the distance. I'm leaving for my first Phoenix trip in a month in less than half an hour.
Rain is always welcome, of course. But ... did it have to be now?
Update: By the time I had to leave, the rain had stopped: by now, half an hour later, the air is already warming up again and the ground is only wet in patches.
Rain is always welcome, of course. But ... did it have to be now?
Update: By the time I had to leave, the rain had stopped: by now, half an hour later, the air is already warming up again and the ground is only wet in patches.
