We drove home into an intense thunderstorm this afternoon. If we were in the midwest, the low dark cloud would probably have formed into a supercell, but it simply proceeded the downpour. When we got to 2nd Street on Alameda, an Action 7 News team was packing up. I couldn’t see anything worth getting wet over, but the storm. While the reporter looked dry under her umbrella, the poor cameraman was soaked. The field of corn that was so nicely backlit on Sunday morning was beaten down by the torrential rain. An hour and a half later the sun streamed through the gaps between the clouds, illuminating our neighbor’s trees with a bright, golden light.
Off Center & Not Even 
Hi, Tim. I saw that cloud even from over here, and having grown up in Oklahoma, I was thinking the same thing you were. We got a light shower over here, nothing like what you got. This makes me realize again, the demolition was done at the most perfect of all times. You and the crew did not have to contend with mud, and the earth under the adobes is now becoming one with the earth around it. I love the image of your neighbor’s trees, with the fabulous NM light and skies!
The weather is so interesting here. We get drenched, and you, five or six miles away, only get a sprinkle. While often you get drenched and we get nothing. I opened the door to let a cat in when I noticed the light on the trees. It made for a complete series on an afternoon thunderstorm at the end of the summer. How’s the saying “Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, Adobes to mud!”
Perfect! :-))))