It was approaching the time to pick up Caroline from her weekend of sewing with Sandy, but as I got closer to Prescott, the weather started turning ugly. I drove right into a heavy thunderstorm with buckets of rain coming down so hard I could barely see more than 100 feet in front of me. My car windows were still sealed shut and the air conditioning blasting from the escape from desert heat down south, while the thunder roared and lightning strikes were obviously happening not more than a mile from the very road I was struggling to stay on. The monsoon storms during the summer in Arizona are beautiful when they have these clear delineations of blue skies contrasted against dark threatening clouds.