The sky is rumbling, in that deep, dark voice. Which, in the language of the Valley, means monsoon season has arrived. The thunder is teasing that soon rain will explode on our heads in such big fat drops that we'll be drenched within seconds. We have roiling clouds in purple, gray, navy, black and edges of pink. We have lightning, alternating from silent knife slashes to booming claps that shock the sky... More >>>