The light sound of rain hitting the roof of the trailer woke me up in the early morning. Rain! It was the long awaited rain in the desert. When the daylight came, the usual blue and bright sky changed to gray for today. And the Organ Mountains disappeared on the horizon. The nearby Robledo Mountains were enveloped in the mist and clouds. A curved-bill thrasher sang a beautiful melody on top of the skybox of the truck. It flew to a green creosote bush and continued its happy song. The air smelled fresh, moist and warm. I breathed in the air deeply and felt my whole body embraced it.
Raindrops covered the screens of the trailer, dripped on the outside of the trailer and the truck. Yeah! I can give the truck and trailer a good cleaning after the rain stops. The winding concrete trail leading to the playground was dark and wet with reflections of the trees and structures. Shining beads of water hung on branches and leaves. Another thrasher on the bush shook the raindrops off its feathers. It might enjoy the rain. The light rain kept coming down diagonally, hitting the plants and ground. The thirsty desert soil and plants must be drinking the precious rain with a big smile.
I was wearing a black waterproof jacket walking under a small umbrella. The crushing sounds of my footsteps on the cobble stones scared a big black-tailed Jack rabbit away. It ran like a little dog, and paused briefly checking on me, then disappeared in the bushes. That reminded me of the sight of a family of mule deer yesterday morning. That was the first time I saw mule deer here in Leasburg Dam Campground.
The wet rocks on the trail were more colorful and saturated. The dusts were washed away and the beauty of rocks were displayed. I spotted some nice rocks that were overlooked in sunny days. The bare branches of unknown bushes along the dry water channel appeared dark brown and put a warm hue to the mono color day. The surface of the steel frame wooden bridge was wet and gleamed. I bet the bridge was happy as well in the rain having a good shower. I was the only one who was walking in the rain on the trail. The trail by the river was muddy in some areas. I caught a glimpse of the bull frogs jumping into the pool. The trunks and branches of the salt cedars along the river were darker against the small brown scale leaves. This section of the trail always made me feel a little bit spooky. I walked fast through it and stopped at the picnic area. A great blue heron just flew away downstream. Not many small birds were seen in the trees in this rainy day. There was a common snipe in the shallow water poking the water with its long bill. It took off as soon as I approached the bank. Then I saw a night heron standing still on the sandbar in the river. I wondered what it was up to.
Chinese New Year has begun at 9 a.m. Mountain Time. Chinese people around the globe are celebrating the Spring Festival. The rain signals that spring is on its way to the desert. Wishing the happy rain brings us good luck and fortune! The Chinese character in the image below is “good luck and happiness.”