Friday, June 28, 2013


The weather is nothing less than hideous. It is the hottest I have seen here; I have experienced daytime temps of 100 once or twice in the past 30 years but it is not cooling off at night, even in our high desert village perch at 6500 feet. It is simultaneously humid and dusty, veiled over rather than sunny, with constant wind and higher gusts that toss around outdoor furniture, garden tools, and pigeon baskets, though those birds themselves seem to enjoy it, sliding and circling on the gritty wind as on some aerial racetrack. Dust devils stride the parched ranchland like djinns; yesterday one came into town and encircled our house in a blur, a whirling tower of filth that ripped papers off desks and bulletin boards right through the windows before it  passed away to the north. The uncharacteristically southerly winds are hot and carry grit and a stench of burning forest.

Last night, sleepless at 2 AM, I wrenched open the front door to let in some air, thinking surely it had cooled, and and a puff of sandy heat licked in like a dragon's tongue. It was still over 90.

In this season, we look to the west for the black wall that will end this impossible season with thunder and lightning and hail, in freezing blasts that may shatter car windshields but which will at last bring us the relief of the monsoon. We pray for rain, we pray it will come, pray it will not fail.

Even here, on the western edge of the tornado- spawning  plains, our summer storms bring destruction as well as renewal, and they seem to be getting worse. As we wait in our water-starved town, I think of the best piece of storm writing I know. In Bruce Sterling's 1994 Heavy Weather , he imagined a crew of storm chasers in the not very distant future, out past the Llano Estacado to the east. They are looking and hoping for the first "F6", a storm so big that we have not seen its like, yet. In a passage of bravura writing, a brother and sister team are out in a fortified vehicle when the Big One comes down. Remember to look this up -- I am giving you just the beginning.

"An avalanche of freezing air fell out of the sky. The stratosphere was ten kilometers up. Even at two hundred clicks an hour, it took the jet stream a good four minutes to fall to earth.

"First, the sky cracked open, on a long, furred, spiky seam. Then, maybe ninety seconds down, the vast, thick surge of air hit a warm layer in the upper atmosphere. There was a massive, soundless explosion. Freezing gouts of ice-white cloud blew out in all directions. The clouds touched the sun, and in instants, everything began to darken.

"The stream plowed through the spewing clouds like a bullet through an apple, and hit a second thermopause. There was another fantastically powerful explosion. There was still no trace of wind at ground level, but the sound from that first overhead explosion reached the earth then, a cataclysmic roll of thunder that did not vary and did not stop. A cottonwood tree at the side of the road trembled violently, for no visible reason, so violently that it shed all its leaves.

"From the second explosion, actual vortices blasted out in every corner of the compass, literal swirls of splitting, freezing, curling air, whirlpool swirls of air as big as towns

"She had one last glimpse of the central core of the falling jet stream. It was clear and cold and vast and lethal. She could see stars through it.

"Then the jet stream hit the living earth, maybe three kilometers away. The earth erupted in torment and dozens of vast clotted cobras of filth leaped skyward instantly. Jane slammed her sound-cancellation headphones over her head then so she did not go deaf, but the sound of the F-6 was something far beyond the Train. It was a sonic weapon pressing throuigh her body and crushing her inside. It was more than sound, it was raw shock, terrible, unendurable, deadly.

"She fought with the car then, trying to get Charlie to turn and run. Nothing happened; the machine sat as if stunned. Lightning like no lightning she had ever seen came out of the erupting columns of dirt. It was dirt lightning, rock lightning. It was thick and crooked and horizontal, and it looked like flying, spinning swastikas. A great flying complex of crooked lightning flew right over their heads, and it broke apart in front of her eyes into gigantic, glowing, sparkling chunks.

"The car moved. She turned and ran."

Meanwhile, back in Magdalena, they hope to have the well they are "fixing" on line next week. Still on rationing, bottles, and non- potable from the fire truck...


Paul said...

hammer, nail, head.


Annie said...

That post sucked the air right out of me. Amazing writing, both yours and the words you quoted. I have been trying to find words to describe this weather pattern on steroids, and you did it for me. whew. Thank you, I think:-)

Anonymous said...

I could not find the video but the show under the link had amazing footage of a thunderstorm over the Sonora(?) desert. The storm was a mile or two off and you could see the rain plowing into the ground and curling back up in a tremendous display of force. It was likely from a micro burst of the kind that downs planes and snaps trees like a tornado. I saw the aftermath of such a storm near where I lived in MA years back. Impressive.

As a substitute check out these Harris hawks in their velociraptor glory.


Anonymous said...

Dangnation, I wisht I could send you some of OUR rain here in Central N. C.!!!! It has rained and rained and rained and rained till I am squalling at the sky in frustration! Everything damp, moldy, saturated. All these weird arse little centipede caterpillar critters have EXPLODED in population--never seen anything like it in half a century! They are EVERYWHERE by the zillions--literally covering the walls and screens of my house at times--I flick the screens and you can hear them cascading down like an insect rain! Of course many get in the house too, and crunch underfoot. Nothing seems interested in eating them, alas. Snakes crawling up from the woods too--I removed 3 rattlesnakes(timbers) so far this year from my dog compounds. I'll happily trade you some rain for some hot, dry, desert air! How's about it?.... And SO GLAD to hear your town well's well on the way ter gittin' fixated. I just lost THE most important whiteman invention EVER--one I REALLY hate doing without! Yup, my refridgerator croaked! Lost about $100.00 bux in groceries too(a LOT for moi). I tried to quickly eat some of them, but the queasiness as a result finally warned me off, and I just had to chuck them. Throwing food away causes me deep psychological pain. When it rains, it pours(except in Magdalena, New Mexico).........L. B.

Anonymous said...

That's some scary shit. It doesn't take the supernatural — just the super-natural.

It's gonna be an interesting century...

Jim Cornelius

Phil Yearout said...

Sounds like y'all are living in Kansas!