It is the diversity of habitats found on the Bill Williams River National Wildlife Refuge that sustains one of the highest diversity of wildlife and plant species within the lower Colorado River watershed. It has been recognized by the National Audubon Society and The American Bird Conservancy as a birding area of global importance.
I was out doing some yard duty before sunset and it looked like a storm way off to the west, not the sandstorm that comes from the south. I wasn’t convinced it would make it all the way to the central corridor, even though the air felt close and humid.
I continued raking the yard and hauling the debrist in my cart until the sun went down. Once inside the house, I cooked a quick hamburger, sorted through my clothes for the upcoming work-week and watched some sit-com re-runs and thought about getting ready for bed.
About 10:00 p.m., I could hear thunder getting closer. Still I didn’t get my hopes up.
About 10:15, I heard the first real drops, big drops. I walked out into it and welcomed the rain. I thanked it for coming to visit me after such a long time away.
I came back into the house and turned off the radio and am just enjoying the sound of the rain on the roof, the thunder, the winds, my windchimes. Tomorrow will be muggy as hell, but tonight it sounds like heaven and the rumbling thunder soothes my soul.
It is already mid-July and the ground is thirsty. It won’t be the kind of rain that truly quenches the earth, but any moisture is welcomed in this desert summer. We don’t take rain for granted here.