Waiting for the Rain
We rejoiced. We'd just got over a nine-year-long drought, during which the Rio Grande turned at one point into a little ditch, and the sound of rain pounding on the skylights was like a chorus of angels. Our smallish lawn, which had been slowly dying during the drought, sprang again to life.
Our rainy season--- the "monsoons"--- occur in July and August, when New Mexico gets half its yearly rain. This year we seems to have abundant rain--- except where I live. I think we've had less than ten rainstorms in the last six months. On a dozen occasions I've stepped outside and seen rain and lightning in a 360-degree circle around me--- but directly overhead was blue sky and bright sunshine.
In short, I am cursed.
I'd really like to know what's gone wrong with my little microclimate. This isn't the first year this has happened--- for the first couple years we lived here, we got no rain at all, though the rest of the state fared all right.
I am hoping that the remains of Hurricane Dean will push through and alter the situation, though I suspect they won't have the strength to get this far north.
I'm going to have my very own Dust Bowl if this goes on much longer.