Getting ready for work, I took a shower and could not dry off, was sweating despite the AC set at 70 and wished I had turned the water to COLD. A beep and a ticker flashed across the bottom of the evening news. The National weather service has issued a severe thunderstorm warning. Yay!
I got in my car and the temperature registered 107 degrees.
There was a red wall of dust headed my way and I have sand in my eyes and nostrils.
So, weather woman, you say the monsoons are coming. Day after day the dew point creeps closer and closer to the real thing. You say we need three consecutive days at a specific dew point to get there but each day on what should be day three, we start back at square one. Drat!
Half of the Arizona desert rose into the atmosphere last night and was followed by a sad attempt at a rain storm. The lightening from the 12th floor was impressive. I wish I had my camera.
When I left work in the morning, the sun burned out my retinas and I was dripping with sweat again. When I got to my car I could barely see through the mud on my windshield.
What happened to the deluge that we were threatened with?
That's it, weather woman. If I want it done right, I will do it myself!
I will do a rain dance! I will play a rain stick! I will pray to the Rain Gods. Consult a rain-maker...
I WILL WASH MY CAR!
