Rainy Day People

It has rained almost every day for the past two weeks. This isn't like the deluges afflicting the Midwest, nor even the early evening thunderbursts that typically signify monsoon season (which, officially, is still a week or so away). Instead, it's short showers that are just enough to wet my veranda, but little enough that the veranda dries before the next shower. Plus, the rain is falling at odd hours, such as early afternoon or the middle of the night.

I can't say for certain that it rained in Las Cruces during Independence Day weekend because I was in Albuquerque, but I can say that it rained on the drive up, rained while I was there, and rained during the drive back. If not for the fact it isn't raining constantly, I'd feel like that Douglas Adams character, the truck driver who identified something like 70 types of rainfall because, no matter where he went, it was raining. I forget whether it was in Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency or Long, Dark Teatime of the Soul. Of course, the guy could have finally retired after a lifetime of driving in the rain and moved to the desert in the hopes of avoiding it...