It is raining tonight. It sounds glorious. It smells glorious. And we need it in Wichita. It hasn't rained for a few days, and it was getting dry. But over the past month or two we have had some significant rains.
We are home because the forest is so dry we were kicked out of the cabin on June 1. Since we left there have been two small storms, but the river is running at record lows. We fear it may dry up. The Forest is closed to anyone who does not own land up there - so we could go to Grass Mountain, but without electricity, water, and a dump, we could only stay a few days.
The itch Don and I have to go back to the cabin is almost unscratchable, yet the forecast for the next ten days is grim. No rain before July 1, despite predictions that the monsoons were going to arrive early and be very strong. So far that prediction has gone nowhere! That means that we will not be returning until July 15 at the earliest.
We know we need rain in Kansas, but we need it in New Mexico, too. We are doing our daily rain dance - hoping, hoping, hoping!
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