Day 11 Monday: Rain

Rain? Well, by most standards it was hardly rain but I woke with a faint memory of rain drops over night and I suppose the rarity of that sound is what stuck in my head. Wherever we've been in 10 years of travels we've always had some rain. Even here in the desert. But it's not what most people would call rain. By morning it was hard to tell the difference between dew and it having rained. There was little left but a faint memory of moisture. And it was long gone by the time we woke to our buffet breakfast and once again caught this sunrise and a blue sky. I know I'm going to miss this each morning.