The sun is hot, the sky is as blue as the underwing of a Steller’s jay, and it’s raining—raining hard.
The rain comes down in great sheets, dropping from the cloudless blue sky, catching the hot light, casting rainbows against the silver granite rock.
Somewhere up ahead, beyond the crashing river drainage below and the tall granite walls above, comes the sound of thunder.
The ground begins to shake; it feels like walking into the teeth of a storm, except the air is warm and fragrant and the sun is shining through the rainbows.
