Then, as if by miracle, the clouds roll in, the temperature plunges, and a soft warm rain falls all day long. The family and I grabbed some foodstuffs for a rain picnic, jumped on our bikes and went for a long easy ride in the warm rain. We didn't wear anything except t-shirts because the rain felt glorious and warm.
Kids laughing in the warm rain on a bicycle, racing me to the next puddle to splash through. Sometimes riding in the desert also feels like that.