It does, indeed, rain in the desert. And when it does, the animals come from far and near, ignoring prey/predator relationships, gathering…reveling. Last night, when I came home (sports practice cancelled – due to rain – which makes my opening metaphor a little ironic), child in tow, we both looked at each other in disappointment. He was cooking dinner as I walked in (child obviously out of earshot), and He said, “Well, I guess that ruins my plans of fucking you while he was at practice.” I replied, “I had the same plan.” And He said, “I know.” That simple. We both knew that in order to get things going…