As much of a fan of being anywhere other than this dusty western town, I do enjoy the monsoons. The clouds roll in giving hope that the once dead wasteland will soon come out of hibernation and erupt in a series of colors that are reminiscent of a place that is alive far far away from here. Rain rain, come again and take me from this arid land...
As much of a fan of being anywhere other than this dusty western town, I do enjoy the monsoons. The clouds roll in giving hope that the once dead wasteland will soon come out of hibernation and erupt in a series of colors that are reminiscent of a place that is alive far far away from here. Rain rain, come again and take me from this arid land...