There's nothing like an Arizona winter sky,
clouds billowing and flashing against a jet
blue sky.
Beauty unfolding from the heavens right before
our eyes.
Claiming their just due, clouds fill themselves
with moisture, then pour it over our Arizona
desert, ending a drought of fifteen years.
(9: 48 a.m. - 12/18/08)
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