Yep, Arizona has water !
"The lofty peaks of the arid land
are silvered with eternal rime;
the slopes of the mountains and the
great plateaus are covered with forest
groves; the hills billow in beauty,
the valleys are parks of delight, and
the deep canyons thrill with the music
of laughing waters."
- John Wesley Powell
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Pine Creek Canyon, AZ has been shaped by the forces of Nature and
the passage of time. Since the elevation of the state
varies so greatly, rainfall patterns are erratic.
Spring is normally the driest time of the year, as
Pacific Ocean storms move north and California mountains capture the majority of rainfall. Arizona
has TWO rainy seasons -
winter, when Pacific
storms are further south and smaller mountains of
southern California provide less of a barrier, and
summer
when high-altitude winds shift from the west to the
southeast.
Summer months provide Arizona's heaviest rainfall
as
"monsoon" season arrives from the Gulf of Mexico.
During afternoon cloudbursts, several inches of rain
may fall in a few minutes as spectacular lightning
storms occur. The monsoons, though welcomed by locals,
often cause considerable damage as torrents rush
through dry creek beds and washes.
In early fall, another kind of storm occurs in Arizona as tropical moisture arrives from the Gulf of
California or the Gulf of Mexico and the upper air
shifts from the southeast to the west and tropical
rains fall. Unlike the monsoons, these rains fall during the day or night instead of primarily during the
afternoon.
LIKE THE WATER
Like the water of a deep stream,
Love is always too much.
We did not make it,
Though we drink till we burst,
We cannot have it all,
Or want it all.
In its abundance it survives our thirst.
In the evening, we come down to the shore
to drink our fill. And sleep,
While it flows through the regions of the dark.
It does not hold us,
except we keep returning to its rich waters
THIRSTY.
We enter, willing to die, into the
commonwealth of its joy.
- Wendell Berry (1970)
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