there's a steady rain so i'm out on the porch at night, listening to crickets and other animals who have started making noise even though the rain has continued now for about three days. i think it will be here three or four more and then it will be monsoon season, so we can expect it really for another couple of months. and this time around there will be some flooding.

the problem is, in the new mexico clay and sand, there aren't many places for it to go. we are up here on the mountain, and like others have experienced one of the driest dry seasons ever. hot temps, totally dry, people fighting over water - and now, within three days, we have way more than we can handle. arroyos are bursting, water is hurtling downhill, and it's dangerous, the kind of thing they make la llorona movies about. but it really smells good up here in the mountains.
our problem out here is that we have a number of trailers just sitting out in the rain. They are meant to be driven, which means you could theoretically blow the puddles off the roof just by driving them down the road. we however are in no position to do that and in fact have cats and teenagers living in each one. we'd like to get rid of the funkiest of them but they are in fact useful so we haven't yet. i should be building roofs on them, is what should happen. somehow i have to get all this rain off of there without killing myself.

we've had probably about five inches already, and it's still june, so it's most likely the wettest june ever. generally the monsoon starts on the fourth of july, and everyone knows this, and the months leading up to the fourth - jan, feb, mar, apr, may, and june - are the dry season. often zero rain, zero moisture. they said monsoon would come early this year but it came with a passion - five inches at least - and fire danger is over. now it's flood danger. things are flooding already down in the valley.

i need to be working on my writing - have an autobiography (starring this blog) almost done - a biography of a geologist, a story of plains pioneers, and quaker plays, all on the verge. help me help me. i'm here on the porch, listening to the crickets and the soft rain.