Tidbits

     


Monsoon Season


Tidbits is a collection of short pieces that have accumulated over time. Some are stories in themselves. Others are attempts to shape some characters for larger works. There are even some paragraphs pulled from the annual Christmas letter I write.


“Monsoon Season” was an exercise I submitted in a writing class shortly after we had moved to Arizona. Feel free to bounce around these pages and find something you like. Click on the “Stories” button in the upper right hand side to see a list of what’s out there.


In any case, thanks for the visit.


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     As cloudless, blue skied days stretch over weeks and months, Arizona’s Sonoran desert patiently awaits the arrival of the monsoon season. Sometime in late Spring, cotton candy clouds appear over the mountains surrounding Tucson and signal its imminent arrival. Then, one day, they gather and deliver what everyone and everything in the desert has eagerly anticipated.


     At first, the rain falls gently onto the parched soil, where the cacti soak it up like giant sponges. Humans dash outside to feel its cool wetness, welcoming the relief from triple digit heat. Every afternoon, rain falls haphazardly across the land, now here, then there.


     But Nature is bi-polar. Those lovely Spring clouds often turn black in Summer, split the sky with lightning and shake houses with thunder. Then the gentle rain turns into a torrential monster, streaming down from the mountains and filling the dry washes, creating roaring, cascading rivers, which tear a path through the desert and carry everything in its wake. The dips in the roller coaster roads that run through the land fill with rushing water that can lift a car and take it downstream, if the driver is so foolhardy as to try to cross them. Then, as suddenly as the storms appear, they move on and the water recedes.


     Weather forecasters predict the monsoon season should end sometime after Labor Day. Uncannily, the rain seems to respond to the schedule imposed upon it by the arrogant humans and meekly diminishes, then stops, leaving the desert once again to wait for its return.


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