Hidden Sun, Heavy Drops

 Yesterday as the storm was approaching in the late afternoon, the proto-thunderhead clouds billowed in the brilliant setting sun like columns of smoke from a massive fire, static in backlit orange in their grey forms. One would have thought Phoenix was on fire.

Today is much different. The sun is hidden. The rain is cold and the wind is brisk. The feel of the droplets on one's face is bracing. The low grey ragged clouds scurry like a team of rodents sideways to the rotation center of the great storm.They come off the mountains leaving them dark crisp silhouettes against the grey formations that stretch to the east.