During a break in an otherwise wet weekend of rain, the faint traces of a rainbow can be seen forming among a rupture in the gray mass of clouds. I love a good desert rain, especially cool days of rain during the winter months, when a chill accompanies the rainfall as the gray sky presses upon the city. There is a freshness to the scent in the air and the wet desert earth, and a clean, herbal fragrance that floats from the rosemary bushes planted in gardens and front lawns.
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