For this parched New Mexican this was a beautiful sight – gentle rain that never hampered driving. Of course, by the time I got near Minneapolis and it was ice pellets (in May), my attitude changed. But along this stretch of road, the rain, the clouds, and the open land refreshed me.
New Mexico cries for rain. Ohio cries for the sun and a little less rain. Almost the end of May and farmers have not been able to get crop in. The corn here is soooo sweet but this year the price may be prohibitive and water-logged corn is not so good.
The Mississippi flooding and the Rio Grande looking rather forlorn. There should be a way to even things out.