The Sonoran Desert outside of Tucson takes on a magical feel in the soft spring rain. Completely unexpected, but beautiful. All the harshness seems softened by the muted light and the veil of moisture in the air. The desert never looks greener than this.
More accurately it’s just a rainy morning, by noon the rain has stopped, but it’s still overcast. As I walk between cactus and cholla, I have to remember that although things look softer, they are still not friendly to the touch.
Another rainy day surprise is the smell of the desert after the rain. Creosote bushes give the air a sweet, musky smell that I love. Probably not the same after a monsoon storm, but in the softer winter and spring rain it’s very pleasant.
Mornings like this are a reminder to me of some of the reasons I want to live in the desert . . .
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