When the skies finally open with rain in Phoenix it is nothing short of a joyous event. The energy in the air reminds me of the first sunny warm days after weeks (months) of wet ones of my childhood in the Pacific North West.
With children, or with out. Day or night. I must get out and touch the rain. A little dancing, and a lot of splashing!
(my secret preference being late at night, with a glass of wine, and no children. Shhhh.)