During a Desert Storm, there is nothing like the smell of rain, in West Texas. It is different here than anywhere else. Maybe it’s because it happens so rarely. It could be because it finally settles the dirt and dust. The powerful mix of a cloud of dirt followed by a settling rain brings a calm and clean comfort. In this image, it’s hard to tell where one stops and the other begins. A deep mixture of color and clouds that is so intense. The collision is beyond beautiful. The dirt storm, marching across the open range with, thunderous cannons, blaring.
The drum roll of thunder, announces the entrance of the storm, and the flashes and displays of firepower light up the sky. As the two forces meet, the audience of mesquite trees with the front row seats to the spectacle has such detail that they almost appear to become more green, with just the thought of rain. They seem to anticipate the coming rain with an eager, alertness, that only a longing for a quenched thirst can provide. The change in weather drops the temperature and cuts the dust almost instantly. A Desert Storm, in all its glory, is always a welcomed sight.