Then, of course, the sun disappears and in its place comes precipitation. Mostly in the form of cold rain, but, for good measure (in case she was homesick, perhaps), also in the form of snow. Just enough to make her feel at home and completely screw up their plans to see the Grand Canyon.
We could get mad, or annoyed or sad that our plans were foiled. Or, we could enjoy the fact that not everyone gets to see snow-covered cactus or get their picture taken in front of the Chapel of the Holy Cross in the middle of a snow squall.
Lucky us.
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