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Ten Minutes of My Time
As dusk approaches, I leave the lights off, letting the house slowly turn grainy, like the air in a long shot from Balde Runner. From my office window, though, I can still see definition in the clouds to the north. I've lost track of the time. At this time of year, dusk sometimes comes early. I step outside. The air is thick with potential, but the leaves barely stir. I look east, towards the darkness. But the burnt sienna glow underneath tells me that it's storm-induced. I'm glad I trimmed the mesquites, even if there's a lot more I need to do.

I get in the car to go buy the Times, belatedly. When the first drops hit my windshield, I decide to try Circle K before driving down to Ina. The town is half empty. And I need to get back to bring the outdoor cat in before the storm. They have the paper. While I pay for it and the twelve pack of Coca-Cola that I always buy there, I talk about the weather with the cashier. He's the one with the greenish eyes that seem a few shades too light for his complexion. "I remember how it floods here," I tell him, "when the water comes pouring down from the road," recalling a night in August, 2000, before our house was even built.

I would keep driving past, on the way home to the bed and breakfast that was my temporary residence, to see how things were holding out. Once the styrofoam insulation inside the frame blew out. That particular night I saw two rattlesnakes on the road in front of the subdivision before looping back up to Oracle. Sheets of water were surging underneath the door of the Circle K. I stopped to watch, fixated by the scene. It felt like a dream.

I come back to the present, startled by how far my mind has traveled in a matter of seconds. I was alone then too. Two weeks without another human being to regulate my clock. "I love this time of year," I say. The cashier nods. We wonder aloud whether the storms are going to reach this far today. "Some people complain about the humidity. Or just that they get wet," I add. He shrugs, tells me to type in my PIN. "I'll take this over the June heat any day."

I tuck the paper under one arm and the awkwardly shaped box of sodas under the other and start out the door, looking back over my shoulder at him. "I grew up back East. This is nothing." As I head out into the aggressive stillness, I remember when I found the term "Monsoon" humorously exaggerated. Have I shrunk to a smaller scale? Or am I just aware of details I once failed to register? It's rumbling in the distance.

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rbrownout From: rbrownout Date: June 30th, 2008 02:50 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I've only been to Tucson a couple of times but one of those featured some of the most spectacular weather I had ever seen (and I've had a decent dose of midwest t-storms and a little taste of caribbean island hurricane, too...) We were driving in blistering heat from Palm Springs and, a bit before we passed Phoenix, the sky was brown with sand. Then hitting Tucson at dusk, what we were later told was a monsoon made its presence know. We drove towards a black sky to the ESE with giant bolts of lightning and a red sunset behind being reflected in the blackness. Beautiful. The rains came hard but ended before our gig, leaving the air relatively cool and crackling with whatever ions you get in that situation...
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: June 30th, 2008 02:55 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
That's the Monsoon at its best. Weather cells are so tightly focused here that you get pockets of rain next to patches of sun, some areas under cover of darkness already and some with an hour of light to go. And the post-rain feeling is incredible, as you describe. I'm coming to appreciate the pre-rain tension, too, though it gives me a headache.
chefxh From: chefxh Date: June 30th, 2008 03:50 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
oh, I remember waiting for, yearning for, the monsoon...
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: June 30th, 2008 03:59 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
It came so early this year, though we haven't had any super storms in our portion of the city yet. I'm almost to the point where that waiting, even with the headaches it induces, is what I like best. The anticipation is electric.
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