Streams in the desert

The locals tell us that it rains here 15 days out of 365. Phoenix. It's the desert. Full of saguaro cacti and prickly pears. Tiny desert wrens. Scampering little brown nut hares. Sandstone boulders and huge shale formations.

We climbed to a Native Amerian cliff dwelling. We ate fabulous guacamole with pomegranates. We watched the Australian Open in our luxury villa. We played a round of Spades with good friends.

We did not play tennis. Not even once.

We pleaded with the pro at the tennis shop. We circled the courts and checked weather.com hourly. We asked for a rain dance in reverse....To no avail.

Complaining is unbecoming. Especially when you get to spend evenings with one of your long lost best friends and days admiring vistas straight out of National Geographic.

So we will just state the facts. It rarely rains in the desert. We went to the desert to play tennis. It rained on our tennis parade.