It's Raining!

I shall now talk about the rain.  I will not speak of the spineless worm, Lindsey Graham, who is still blaming Speaker Pelosi for the lack of security at the Capitol January 6.  I also will not speak of the spineless worm, Mitch McConnell, who is whining and sniveling about power sharing with the Democrats.  I also will not speak about the empty headed Q-Anon Magat, Marjorie Taylor-Greene, who (claims to have) filed articles of impeachment against President Biden.  Nor shall I speak about the spineless worm, Ted Cruz, who is already taking issue with every damn thing President Biden has done in the last 24 hours.  Nope, we're talking about the rain.

Last summer's monsoon failed.  We had exactly a day and a half of precipitation.  December is normally a rainy month, which sets up the spring bloom of the wild flowers  There was exactly one day of rain.  Last night it rained a little, and today it's raining more.  We set out for a bike ride immediately after breakfast.  No dishes were done, there was only running out the door, because rain was in the forecast.  There is a cut off low spinning over Baja.  It's detached from the jet stream, so nothing is really steering it.  It's been wobbling around, and is now heading north west in fits and starts.  

There were white puffy clouds when we left.  Then it got darker.

There's rain out in the distance.  We decided to climb the last hill and head back towards the house so if it did rain, we wouldn't have to ride so far in it.  Halfway back the skies opened up and it poured.  We've had a fair amount of thunder, too. 

The desert is desperate for rain, all of the prickly pears are shriveled up and sad.  That's a prickly pear on the right foreground.  This is storm one of the three predicted, along with much cooler temperatures (like 30 degrees).  The weather heads are suggesting the possibility of valley snow.

I took this last night.  There wasn't much color, but the sunbeams shooting up through the clouds was kind of cool.

Now that President Biden is in office, and the orange ectoplasm has been banished to Florida with no social media platforms available to him, I'm sort of at loose ends.  Perhaps I will start working my way through the months of New Yorker magazines that have piled up.