Living in the dry Southwest, rain is a spiritual thing, a cause for celebration. There are few things that fill me with joy more than the imminent promise of rain. It makes me want to do a happy dance.
In this painting, I’m reveling in the power and majesty of an immense storm cloud billowing over the mountains. There is the feel and smell of rain in the air along with the hope that the rain will spread from the peaks down to the parched valley. All too often, it does not. So too, there is that edge of uncertainty and apprehension.
That little road invites us in, then gets us lost in the vast grandeur of it all.
Location: New Mexico