Shriveling

Driving down Campbell today, I noticed how skinny the saguaros have become. Some of them look like pencils. It made me sad. I want rain so that my fingers and lips will not feel like sandpaper. I want it so that the endlessly-discussed particulate matter that has been blowing around for months finally settles to the ground. But most of all I want it so that the saguaros will look delightfully chubby once more.