The monsoons are here, and in Tucson, that is better than any holiday. I walked outside and immediately smiled from the overwhelming since of summer. One of the best parts of the season is that warm, humid heat that creeps up from the ground. Since the sun is temporarily at bay, the heat comes from beneath and the whole planet seems to, literally, let off steam. Looking up, giant cathedral thunder heads are spreading out, teasing all of us below with the possibility that, maybe, we will be baptized by rain. The mixed smells of creosote, asphalt, and wet dirt add to the season's nuance. Walking barefoot is a must, and even though it's hot and muggy, all anyone needs is to be outside. Nothing is better then this summer rain.