“You can tell most New Mexicans, or at least assimilated New Mexicans, by their reactions to rainstorms.
“They’re the ones out standing in them — or at the very least looking out from their porches and admiring the rain and that rich, earthy smell it brings.”
Sue Vorenberg, Santa Fe New Mexican
A rainy weekend. Let’s celebrate!
It’s not just you New Mexicans. The Tucsonians are out, too. Rojoicing, frolicking, happy that the Rain Dance worked. Taking in the smell and the cool breeze even as brief as it is before the humidity begins and we can no longer breathe. You can tell the long time desert dwellers because they are instantly in a better mood the minute we smell the rain coming. Nothing better than closing your eyes, turning your face up to the sky, breathing in that lazy creosote smell knowing that sweet relief is coming.
Mmmm… I’m luxuriating in it right now. I’ve got a good book, a cup of coffee, a comfy couch, two pooches curled up around me… doors and windows open… loving it!
Oh, how I miss the smell of rain in Tucson. Creosote, lavender, dirt… nothing like it in the world. Funny things happen when it rains in the desert. I remember the year it rained a bunch and I was driving up to Tanque Verde Falls. There were white/grey frogs all over the road! How I miss it!
Still… lovin’ it here in ABQ. It smells so GOOD!