One of the best parts about living in the desert was the very little rain it ever got. This meant that my hair was always straight and I never had to change my windshield wipers! But on the rare occasion when it did, afterwards the cacti smelled of sweet water and the sky turned a glowing pink. You can’t get that experience in many other places other than Tucson, AZ.
One afternoon after a short, but intense, “monsoon” plowed through the valley, I looked outside my house and saw this. A perfect, beautiful glowing rainbow. I may not have always loved Tucson, but I loved days like this.