A spring storm system this week brought a light dusting of snow to the Caballo Mountains to the south. In town we had about an hour of predawn, soft spring rain.
Enough to perfume the morning air with that beautiful petrichor: a metallic, creosote bush smell particular to the desert after rain, and to gurgle satisfyingly down the rain chains into the recently installed rainwater catchment barrels. The desert drinks thirstily.
Then the clouds cleared and the waning worm moon was back, sailing serene, to set in the west.