Did the clouds bother to spit on you? They waited until my car was covered in ash before spitting on me. Guess who has to wash the car today.
I just came in from washing mine.
I was gonna blithely say “not much ash here” but like a dozen drops hit it to show me not only how dirty it was, but also the gray-black grit that was added to the usual light brown desert dust.
So yes, just enough rain for the desert to spit contempt at all my shiny surfaces, but none toward actually doing something useful.
And it already feels hot.