The rains keep coming, & a small flood

It's finally what the South-westerners call the monsoon season. rain nearly every afternoon with some of the clouds doing their impressive buildup towering over the mountain tops loading up with moisture and then dropping back to the ridge lines and peaks, then bursting open to drop cascades of precipitation on the parched earth and rock . 
Soot and debris sloughing off the mountain into the canyons and creek beds in a torrent of blackened muck, raging along until it finds escape onto the desert floor , water disappearing, leaving a trail of new boulders, rocks and dead wood . Not a pretty sight although impressive to see, natures way of cleansing the burnt areas after the fire. Even now there is evidence of new growth with patches of green showing , mesquite and conifers showing signs of new life. The chinaberry tree in the neighbor's yard so green it looks like St. Patty's day on steroids, some blades of grass peeking up and all is set off nicely by the brilliant yellow of sand bags piled hither and yon to keep the whole thing from washing down to the Mexican border! A nice bit of feng-shui to balance the chaotic event. Other than the high humidity making my personal life miserable I kind of like to watch it all happen. 
 I did get out and about and took a few pictures the other day just before one of these cloud bursts and also have a video taken by our neighbor Helen Schneider a local real estate agent. Not as bad as some places but it will give you an idea of the suddenness and violence these thing are capable of. Strangely enough there are signs everywhere warning you not to drive in these dips and arroyos and low spots, there are always a few that don't believe and have to touch the aint to see if it's really wet! sometimes they escape harm, sometimes they get scraped up with a putty knife.
Stay tuned,