It may sound crazy, but I miss Phoenix’s monsoons. They were a respite from the monotony of sunshine and 110 degree heat. The storms didn’t last long, but they put on a colorful show.
Graham and I used to race to the mountain when we knew there would be a storm or when a storm had just passed through our neighborhood. Those storms always created the best sunsets.
We would run to a specific viewing spot at Dreamy Draw Recreation Area. The trick is to get to the parking lot before it closes.