When it rains in the desert, you tell people. Some are happy for you; some are jealous that it didn’t rain where they were (which might be one block over). We got drenched and muddy playing volleyball in Los Lunas today. It rained two or more times, for 10 or 15 minutes. Wonderful. Heavenly. Joyous. Everyone wore big smiles and talked about what a great day it was. I’m not sure anyone outside of the desert can really appreciate that rare joy.

Meanwhile, in Albuquerque, there was water in the gutters at the southern end of town but not a drop a few miles north at our house.