I love to watch monsoon storm clouds build up beyond the ridges. Distant thunder rolls and rolls down the canyon. A cool breeze races ahead carrying scent of rain stirring still aerosols.
The clouds change shape between glances. Majestic mimes working in warped-time tempo.
Amassing to push away sunshine and blue sky, they move heavy with their loads of moisture.
As it begins to sprinkle I grow drowsy, eager for a nap and vivid daytime dreams they bring.
