First was the heat.  Thick.  Heavy.  All day it hung over the city.  But it is the dry season here.  So we took the heat.

Then, a rolling of thunder and a distant flash of light.  But it is the dry season here.  So we watched.  Heat lighting.

Then, there was the rain.  Echoing off tin roofs. Running over the pavement.  But it is the dry season here.  So we smiled and let ourselves be soaked.

Happy spring.