In no particular order:
1. You don sunglasses, head out to the car, and as soon as you get in, the lenses fog.
2. The media recaps the stupid motorist law and
3. The weather stories lead the 10 o’clock news.
4. Weekly flash flood warnings, if not daily.
5. Unprecedented weed growth in the yard, followed by a fast blooming of the ocotillo and a rejuvenation of the I-thought-that-was-dead-eucalyptus tree.
6. Flip flops become “work appropriate” footwear.
7. You find yourself racing down the freeway, eyeing the black storm cloud in the rearview, 
trying to get home before the storm catches you.
8. Tucson Monsoon pictures proliferate on flickr.
9. All the rivers actually have water in them, as well as the washes, if only for a few days at a time.
10. Your open house gets rained out. Also, picking up open house signs in the rain and mud in heels? No fun.
Monsoon actually means “season,” so calling it “monsoon season” is redundant. Technically, the monsoon starts when we have three days in a row with a dew point above 54 degrees. Tucson gets most of it’s rain for the year in July and August. We get a little rainy season in the winter, but nothing like the Monsoon. These huge storms rip across the city, usually from Southeast to Northwest, with crazy lightning, just very violent. Quite spectacular, if you’re into the storm watching.
Since the ground is fairly saturated with water, all the bugs are out, which brings out the lizards. Brown Dog is an avid hunter of lizards.
Me, I’ve got some weeding to do.
