It rained over la casa de Roughrider this evening, thank Dog. The kids celebrated by splashing in the gutter, stopping now and again to turn their faces up to the sky, letting the shower soak them to the bone, washing that drought away.
|looks like our monsoons have finally arrived|
Mrs Wulff and I celebrated with a margarita on the back porch, enjoying the cool breezes and earthy aromas that lingered afterwards.
Such is life in the high desert.
Nice to have it back.