-By Linda Lee Lyberg
Rain, when it comes, is a delightful respite.
Washing away the layer of sand from summertime haboobs.
The desert, once the sky releases its tears, looks brighter, fresher.
The intoxicating aroma of blended earth and water filling the air; offering new hope.
Wild horses gallop through the Salt River.
Playful coyotes roll in the cooling mud.
Lusty roadrunners slurp from burgeoning puddles.
Giant cacti swell from the torrent of rain, preserving every drop.
Sated, full, replenished.
Dancing naked in the rain
Linda Lee Lyberg
Bjorn hosts at dVerse
today, asking us to write about water in one of its many forms.