During monsoon season in Arizona, you can see a rain cloud coming towards you as if it were a living thing searching for life among the dead and dry landscape.
It is as if the cloud is tied to the earth by hundreds of little grey strings that float through the sky and are being pulled to and fro by the wind.
Once it hits you, you realize that the strings are really individual rain drops that flood the yard and pound on the roof causing a commotion that sends the house into a noisy chaos..
Once the floating cloud is pulled away by the unsettled wind, it drags the rain with it and the sun warms and bakes the ground and then all traces of the crying balloon cloud are gone as if it never happened.
It is magnificent and something straight out of my dreams.