In the desert in July, when you hear the thunder boom and the skies start pouring rain, it harkens one back to that feeling of being a little kid on Christmas Eve, waiting for Santa Clause (or your magical parents) to do their thing with the presents in the night, and you finally fall asleep . . .
You wake up on Christmas morning and make a mad dash to the living room to see where your presents are at,
It’s that same delicious feeling in the air that I get when it rains here during the long, long desert summer.
What a beautiful thing it would be to dance in it. Picture that for a moment, can you feel it?
© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography