Monsoon Drama: Another Sacred Stage

I’m sitting on my swing in the front of my house looking out at the Bradshaw Mountains. The sky is filled with billowy clouds, and in the distance I occasionally hear some thunder. It’s the end of the monsoon season here in Arizona.  We’ve lived in the Prescott Valley area ( 1 1/2 hours north of Phoenix)  for five years now, and this is the most amazing monsoon season I’ve experienced. I didn’t know about North America’s southwestern monsoons  before moving here. I had connected monsoons with  Asia — oh, somewhere around India.

In our area where there is minimal rain, over 300 days of clear skies and sun and high dessert dryness, I had assumed that to call the period between July and September the Monsoon Season was a charming example of hyperbole. Certainly, it is hyperbole during some years, but not this year.  I don’t know how to describe the experience.

Since the end of July, we’ve had several storms a week, I suppose. It’s nothing like the  day long rains and drab, damp weather we can have in the Midwest. Instead, these are temperamental skies that take hours  to paint a cloud-filled stage accompanied by gusty winds, appearing about to storm, but that may choose to pass on by without dropping their moisture. What will happen? As the skies create dramatic scenes of dark, rumbling ranges of moody clouds in one portion of the sky —  in contrast to bright, rounded, cheerful clouds with glowing light piercing their edges visible from the opposite direction, I wait.

From the south the sky trembles. The storm chooses not to dissipate like a shamed mongrel retreating to his corner. Blurting out  mighty crashes  followed by razor-fine flashes of lightning streaking the sky,  a downpour finally breaks upon us, like a bottomless bucket upset and released.  Dry river beds called washes that were rugged dirt beds morph into raging rivers, and even our stone yard creates beautiful streams.  The  white and tan stones sparkle as the fresh water dances over them.

I put on my flip-flops and like a laughing child, slosh through the new, little stream running next to our front porch. Ha, ha!  Thank you, LORD, for this wonderful opportunity to enjoy my little corner of Your world.  When I trust You with my life and circumstances (including the weather), I’m free to enjoy the present, seeing  great things in  everyday things.  As I suggested in my last post, “if we reframe our mundane days as sacred, our location as a sanctuary, our activities as purposeful (set apart for a purpose),”  then whatever we’re doing “will take on a  beauty.”  There’s nothing mundane about this monsoon season, but I suppose I could learn to take it all for granted. I don’t think I ever will.  What a show!

I would also say, when we trust in the Lord with all our hearts and do not lean on our own understanding (as instructed in Proverbs 3:5), then not only will He guide us (as He promises in verse 6), but  we will also experience joy, and He will be pleased.  It is His pleasure that we find pleasure in His creative activity.  This monsoon drama is another sacred stage.  I’m not hiding from it.

Oh, oh! Here comes another monsoon shower! Where are those flip-flops?

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6 thoughts on “Monsoon Drama: Another Sacred Stage

  1. Jan Loud

    I enjoyed your post about Monsoon Drama so very much! How blessed I am to start almost every day walking with you, and praising God for the beauty of each sunrise, the sound of water, the wonder of the setting moon, and the green in our hills. Surely God has brought the “Louise 3” together for very good reason!!

  2. Amy

    The description leaves me smiling, breathless, and in awe of God’s creation, too. Thanks for putting it so eloquently and giving me this picture of your corner high up in the world. 🙂

  3. marilyn wilson

    Hi Karen, I really enjoyed your lovely description of the monsoon rains in your area of the country! I’ve been hearing on the news of hard rainfalls in some of Ariz, N Mexico and even Los Vegas, but didn’t realize you were getting it too! It sounds beautiful where you live with a view of the mountains and esp the 3oo days of sunshine! I truly love the autumn in Ohio and we had a mild winter last yr but I miss the sunshine in the winter as we have so many cloudy days in Jan, Feb and march. take care, marilyn w.

    • kltolsen

      Thanks for your reply, Marilyn, and I appreciate Amy’s and Jan’s replies also! Every corner of God’s creation has breath-taking wonders. We are often too wrapped up in our own lives to see. Blessed are those who have eyes to see. I grew up in Ohio and love its farm lands whether in the flat, northern region or the rolling, middle to southern regions. I love the way farms are usually edged by patches of woods. I too love the fall in the mid west.
      I hope you will have a pleasant fall season this year, Marilyn, with your wonderful family. You are so blessed.

  4. Katie Hendrickson

    Thank you for the reminder to slow down and appreciate what is going on around me. Wish I could have splashed around in those little streams with you!

    • kltolsen

      Ha! I agree and wish you could have splashed in that little stream with me! I can hear your hearty laugh!! We look forward to a visit from you and Wayne at some point! We love to share our little corner of the world with our friends!

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