MONSOON MUD

Friday, July 20, 2007

Just to let you know how stupid I am (not that you don’t already know) I have always thought that monsoon weather meant RAIN. It doesn’t. Not by a long shot. In my part of town, it means DUST—and lots of it. Here’s what we get and in this order: Wind, dust, and a little water mixed in. That equals mud!

Oh, there have been years when we got rain—and lots of it. It came down in torrents. It fell out of the sky hard and heavy like rocks. The howling winds threw it into your face and it stung like bees. It filled up underpasses and low areas and cars were swept away. We can remember those days of rain, but the last few years they have just become faint little memories.

WE NEED RAIN!

Say the word monsoon and I immediately think of those duds we have sent to congress. They roar like thunder. And then comes the hot air—blowing, blowing—nothing but dust. So once again you walk away disappointed. Promises, promises, but no delivery.