Here we are on the cusp of August and I’ve only recorded four rain days in our corner of Phoenix brought in by the summer monsoons. Sadly on one of those days, we were in Los Angeles. In a place that gets so little rain, we delight in experiencing water falling from the sky; it’s a kind of affirmation of life, a restoration of the environment. The one thing to note about our monsoons is that when they finally do materialize they seem far more violent and while we had plenty of flooding from them 30 years ago, I cannot remember the incredible number of trees that are being knocked down in these storms.