The rain has let up, for now, and the sun is shining. Our copper state is headed for a show of a lifetime. The rain has fed the cactus and florals like never before. Ripe for the desert life.
We are designing for the season. For spring, for new life, for rainbows after desert skies pour down on us all...
Poem by James Ronan
Clouds loom dark like a locust swarm,
Stalking creatures on anxious flight.
Senses heighten in a desert storm,
As nature flaunts her awesome might.
Ribbons of fire rips a fabric of gray,
Creatures are humbled by awesome roars.
Winds summon raindrops to play,
And tempests provoke its downpours.
Though cataracts rush off somewhere,
Only small change trails its wake.
Depleting stream beds begin nature's repair,
And life pauses amid rhythm's break.
Departing clouds beckon warmth again,
Stir scent and sound of a desert reborn.
A bow's promise for receding rain,
Insures life’s circle in its newborn.
