Last night, a broad thunderstorm seeped through the
toothy peaks of the Spring Mountains and blackened the skies over Las
Vegas. On average, Las Vegas captures
less than five inches of rainfall annually. In my times in this city, I have never
witnessed a rainstorm. Let me assure
you that you will not sleep through such an event.
When the rain fell, it swept over my sister’s house
sounding like curtains of heavy chain being dragged overtop. Streams formed in the streets. The whole city dimmed to an orange glow with the
occasional over-bright flare of a lightning snap followed by rolling thunder. One
of the lightning strikes stabbed into some homes only a block or so south of
us, nearly jolting me straight out of my bed.
This morning, the skies remain dark and occasional showers
have been dampening the walks and streets.
The open earth celebrates in scents and darker tones of red and tan. Even where rare, rain is everything.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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