Monsoon Rain Clouds as Soon from Our Patio (August) — Image by kenne
Across the wide expanse, the sky darkens, not with threat but with blessing. The desert tilts its face upward, ready to drink the slow blue thunder of monsoon rain.
From the curves of Catalina Highway the valley unfurls— Tucson lying wide and pale beyond Thimble Peak, its stone finger pointing skyward.
Above, monsoon clouds gather, dark towers rising in silence, their shadows sliding across rooftops and washes, a restless tide of shade.
The desert waits, heat trembling on the plain, as light breaks through in bursts, and the promise of rain hangs heavy in the air, a gray curtain poised to fall.
Monsoon Clouds Over The Catalinas — Image by kenne
Over the Catalinas, monsoon clouds rise like mountains upon the mountain— rolling, swelling, breaking light into silver and shadow.
In black and white, the desert’s colors fall away, yet the drama deepens: every ridge sharpened, every fold of stone wrapped in the storm’s unfinished script.
The sky is restless charcoal, the peaks a pale bone line— between them the promise of rain, the hush before thunder speaks.
Mt. Lemmon Wildflower (Mountain Marigold) — Image by kenne
Sunlight breaks through After a heavy downpour Turning the trail into a stream Breaking off above the creek Lush green and yellow colors Coming into being on the slopes Of my favorite mountain trail A shadow network of sunshine Through the trees as juncos Twittering calls echoes in the woods.
The first month of the monsoon has not been good for Tanuri Ridge. It seems as if it has been raining only somewhere else. For the month of July, we have received only about an inch.
July mornings begin With a beautiful blue sky. This is the monsoon season, So by mid-day, the clouds Begin to move in, Again and again Only to move on Dropping rain Somewhere else — The drought continues.
