Stormy clouds pouring rain down upon us, only
one cloud doing so in the center of the court
yard.
There you can see the ground wet with puddles
from it, all around outside, the ground is dry
as a bone.
Love how clouds pick and choose exactly where
they want to nurture foliage, cacti and flowers
blossoming here in Phoenix, Arizona.
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