It’s raining in the desert.
A rare occasion that conjures an atmosphere that needs to be experienced. Heavy clouds float overhead, waiting to burst and shower the dry lands with much needed rains. Sparse patches of green sprung out of the fields in the distance, purple wildflowers jut out in between. I’m constantly switching between dirt paths and paved roads, trying to get to the best overviews, anxiously hoping the storms don’t start drenching me and cause me to get stuck in the mud. Flash floods quickly can become an issue in these areas. Its Death Valley, the hottest place in the United States but today I might as well be on another planet.