I thought about writing a whole series, in haiku, that chronicles the rain patterns here over the course of the year. Of course, most of it would be dull whining about the fact that it isn't raining, so I don't think it's the best idea ever. I've just been spoiled by an oddly rainy (for southern New Mexico) winter.
Nonetheless, wish me luck: it's supposed to rain Tuesday evening through Thursday morning. If so, I will be in desert heaven...dancing in the drops, singing at the tops of my lungs, shrieking happily at the dark clouds, and watching my hair slowly expand into a scary Irish afro, all volume and no substance.
Wow. I just wrote a post about not writing about something. Kind of like my Irish 'fro. How...inspired. Or something.
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