So hot; the sky attained a pasty sun burn,
Blades of Grass; pale, poke through the dirt;
With no condensation, they feel like cacti spines.
Gustnado attacks, tornadoes of dirt;
Monsoon protects, sending in armies, of thundering clouds;
Masses eagerly anticipate.
Air displaces; movement brings variables –
A notion almost forgotten.
Suddenly, the mix of what it missed;
Changes, the aroma of depression.
The first drops land angry; annoyed,
At having to deliver another well planned meteorological event.
Delighted, for what is perceived as a basic entitlement –
Quickly, the evidence of being unprepared, displayed.
Barren water banks over flow –
Roads become inaccessible –
Floods take over; normally barren landscape –
Thunder and lightening descend with vengeance.
Gone, as rapidly as it arrived –
Green leaves moisturized –
Dehydrate in seconds.
Hope remains –
Monsoon will not forget, the,
Beautiful Sonoran Desert.
– L.J. Lenehan –