And on the 141st day, it rained.
I don't think that those of you who haven't spent the bulk of your lives in a desert can truly understand what it's like to get rain here, but I imagine it's much like seeing the snow melt in New York, seeing nightfall for the first time in months in Alaska, or seeing the rain stop in Seattle. Relief and gratitude.
There are few things in life I enjoy so much as the smell of rainfall in the desert -- and even rainfall on the dirt and asphalt of the urban sprawl of Phoenix smells pretty good to me.
It's barely sprinkling outside the door right now, but the sky to the east and to the north is dark.
Storm's a-brewin'.