Published at LXer:
Frank drove carefully down the jeep track through the wind-whipped, driving rain, periodically blinded by the vivid flashes of lightning that momentarily silhouetted mountains in the distance. This wasn’t the usual afternoon thunderstorm, where few raindrops survived the long descent through dry desert air without evaporating. This was the product of a full monsoon front sweeping up from the Gulf, the kind the ranchers relied on to refill their stockponds and green up the grass again for their cattle.
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