In Gilbert, as I write, we are having a beautiful summer thunderstorm. It amazes me what a storm does to clean the air, cool things down and give one a fresh outlook. Summers in Arizona are notoriously hot and bland. Day after day, it is sun and heat, sun and heat. Occasionally, monsoon season brings a storm, but most often the storm teases a location and veers off in a different direction. More often, the Phoenix heat island, a combination of cars, cement and whirring air conditioners, evaporates a storm before it can bring relief to even a suburb.
When it does come, the storm brings refreshment and entertainment. Storms are so rare that they always headline the local news. China could drop into the sea, but the dust, thunder and lightening would be the local headline: "...and our second story tonight, China just dropped into the sea. Now back to the storm coverage."
In fairness, summer storms in Arizona come from a mixture of hot air and cold air so they are usually violent. Where the cold air comes from I don't know, but it must come from very high up. They say hot air rises so go figure. Maybe the rising hot air and the cold air just trade places. I think the hot air from Arizona summers would be enough to heat the dark side of the moon, but scientists say I'm wrong.
At any rate, the storm is still going on. It put me in the mood to write. Now I feel better for two reasons.
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