I went to the desert, and there I found rain.
The skies opened up. It rained for days until the sand itself became saturated.
We walked and laughed in the rain at first. Joking about being beavers, we dammed a little stream in what was usually a dry desert gully.
The sprinkles from the sky came down harder. Then harder still. Soon, they were no longer sprinkles at all.
The dam burst. Beavers would have done better, I’m sure. So, we walked and laughed again.
I’ll share a little secret I learned that day. Don’t start a walk in the rain with the wind to your back…
We wandered for about an hour, then we turned, and headed for home.
The skies opened up. Water poured down harder and harder. The wind picked up. Nature’s power can be unrelenting.
It felt like my face was being scoured by the rain. My fancy raincoat soaked thru and stuck like a second skin, colder still than my own.
Arriving at camp, we shed our clothes, quickly.
I will always remember the rain beating down on my naked skin, like a full body shower.