Monsoon Season: A Memoir

In Phoenix, it seems as if you can see forever on the desert floor without mountains to block the view. The flat geography provides a perfect vista to watch summer dust storms arrive. The storms arrive in a slow crawl, picking up momentum in a snail-like fashion. They appear to be a giant wave of dust slowly crashing onto the desert beach, darkening the skies by blocking the sun. It is a wondrous sight to see this giant tsunami make its way across the valley.

Dust storms are created during the humid monsoon season in July and August. They announce themselves with a spectacular show of lightning all over the valley accompanied by resounding thunder background music. Dust storms often bring rain to the parched desert. A strange dichotomy.

From a distance, the dust seems harmless, like a light brown dusting coming in to settle. In reality, the storm has the power to black out highways and cause car after car after car to crash while drivers blindly try to find the road’s edge. The aftermath, if the storm is large, can bring power outages, topple trees, and fill iconic desert swimming pools with mounds of dirt at the bottom.

My fascination of the monsoon season came from my father. Nothing thrilled him more than a huge dust storm blowing in. I would either be dragged outside to watch it roll in, or in later years after I moved away, given full reports by phone.

“Oh, you missed a good one last night.”

My father died 14 years ago on a hot summer night during monsoon season. When the hospice van came to pick him up from the hospital, he was lying on a stretcher too low to see out the windows. Just as the van pulled out of the hospital parking lot, we both heard the familiar thunder after a crack of lightning that lit the sky. Dust storm!

As we rode from Scottsdale to the Tempe hospice, I described every detail of what I saw to him. The blowing winds, the whirling dust, and where the lightning strikes were coming from. I was happy he could hear the magnificent cacophony of thunder that followed. We laughed at our good fortune over the timing of the storm.

My father didn’t really understand where he was going and I had long ago said goodbye to the real man who meant everything to me. We were now going through the automatic motions of the business of death.

I remember my father during the monsoon season. On summer nights, I carry on our tradition of running out to catch a bit of the show and I think how fortunate I am to be the daughter of someone who never lost his childlike awe of the magic and wonder of nature.

“Dust storm!”

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Dori Owen

Dori Owen blogs on ArizonaGirlDiary.tumblr.com, is a columnist on FeminineCollective.com, a contributor/editor for The Lithium Chronicles, created the Facebook page Diary of an Arizona Girl, is an author on AskABipolar, was featured in the books FeminineCollective RAW&UNFILTERED VOL I and StigmaFighters Vol II, and is a zealous tweeter as @doriowen. She's a former LA wild child who settled into grownup life as a project manager, collecting an MBA and a few husbands along the way. Dori spent her adult years in Southern California, with a brief stay in Reno, and has now returned to where she ran away from in Arizona. She is a shown artist, writer, and her favorite pastime is upcycling old furniture she finds from thrift stores. She lives with her beloved rescued terrier, Olivia Twist, and the cat who came to visit but stayed. The love of her life is her grown son in Portland, Oregon who very much resents being introduced after her pets. But she she does love him the most.

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Dori Owen is a storyteller, writing from small town Arizona, after living a few decades in California as an LA Wild Child, with a brief stop in Reno. She settled into grownup life as a project manager, collecting an MBA and a few husbands along the way. She is a shown artist and her favorite pastime is upcycling old furniture and decor she finds from thrift stores. She lives with the cat who came to visit but stayed. The love of her life is her grown son who lives in Portland, Oregon. Her essays and poems have been published in RAW&UNFILTERED VOL I, StigmaFighters Vol 2, and Love Notes From Humanity. Her blogs have been featured on The Lithium Chronicles, Open Thought Vortex, Sudden Denouement, and The Mighty.

3 thoughts on “Monsoon Season: A Memoir

  1. I was saving this to read at a time when I wasn’t rushed, Dori, and am glad I read it tonight, on New Year’s Eve. As we turn the calendar to 2018, I’m going to try to appreciate nature and its many wonders more. Thank you for this.

  2. Thank you, Miss Susan, he was a remarkable man and always a role model and best friend to me. Spending time with him was always fun….one of the things he liked to do was take Arizona small backroads just to see where they went and look at the sights along the way. I miss him every day, that’s for sure. I’m glad you liked this. My son found it on Facebook accidentally and texted me last night about how much HE missed the dust storm season. LOL it doesn’t take much to entertain us here . xoxoD

  3. Dori, what a legacy your father left you. May we all look at the might and majesty of Nature with awe, as he taught you. We all need to return to being childlike, so different from childish! He lives on still in your heart and in all the dust storms! xoS

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