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If Arizon(i)ans tell visitors, "but it's a dry heat," I just laugh. When the monsoon season comes to our state, in July, the sun-baked desert turns into a sweltering steambath. This past summer, we were watching the gale-force winds and sideways rain through our patio doors, when a tiny bird ran across the back yard and over into the 90-degree angle where our wall meets the neighbors' walls. That bird tucked his head down and leaned into the corner, obviously trying to escape the hurricane-like conditions.

We timed him: he stayed in that corner, looking like a child who was being punished, for seven minutes.

BTW, Anikó and I are really pissed off about this "monsoon" BLEEP. For the last two years, we enjoyed the blistering DRY summers in the northwest corner of the Sonora Desert, near Palm Springs, California. When we moved to Arizona's portion of the same desert, we assumed it had a similar climate. I mean, if we had wanted heat and HUMIDITY, we would have moved to friggin' Florida. ;-)

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