If you live in Arizona, Thanksgiving really happens in July when the rain starts. “Hip, Hip, Hooray, It’s Monsoon Day!” is not only the title of a charming bilingual children’s book, but the general sentiment in my neck of the woods. If you live in a wet area you may be wondering what all the fuss is about. I submit for your consideration, we haven’t had measureable moisture since January….until the 4th of July! Here’s my favorite things about the summer monsoons:

The natural fireworks

The smell – there is nothing like the scent of rain on the wind in the desert

Huge, gray thunderheads heavy with rain piled up over the mountains

The anticipation – just because it’s raining across the valley does not mean we’ll get any

Dust settled

The world is freshly washed

It’s cool and the air is sweet after the rain – no mugginess

The sight of running water down the ditches

The sound of frogs carrying over 1/2 a mile away from the replenished stock tanks

mud puddles

Everyone whispering and just plain announcing in church – “it’s raining, it’s raining” and not because their car windows are down

feeling of releif

the blush of green that comes over the hills, practically overnight

truly getting the meaning of phrases in the Bible like streams of water in the desert, a dry thirsty land, a tree planted by streams of living water,and how our souls should long for God like longing for rain

While we long for and pray for rain every year, we are thankful when it comes and never, ever, complain about too much!