Rain in the High Desert

Rain out here is a complete elemental thing, it is made up of all that is. If you want to see the circle, the yin and the yang, chaos and order, you need to see it rain here.
The sky begins to grey and fold, rolling under and rising like an ocean at storm turned upside down, and then it begins to fall...

The earth comes clean and then begins to get up and move away, going walkabout

And as the wind fans the storm and drives it, pushing the torrent through, in its wake the sky begins to burn


Then when the fires burn down, their last flickering hopes for life dying with the setting of the sun the heavens are reduced to ash

And when all has come to pass, the rains return as the sky splits and spills itself and all is renewed once again


The rain out here, in the hot, dry mountain country, is a spiritual thing. Each rain dances and rolls with power and energy, but some carry an awesome burden of it, a pleasure the borders on terror, as all life borders on the veil called death. It will make your heart beat faster, your breath will steal away but each will taste sweeter, and your back will straighten to accept the weight of it all, as each drop of rain teases and runs down your skin, dancing with the lightning raised hairs.