Moving into stable air mostly not of its own making, a dying storm recedes southeastward, with a double rainbow above a long-abandoned High Plains homestead. Here stopped to say goodbye to a storm that nearly became a sustained supercell, but couldn’t, await another storm that was becoming supercellular to the west-northwest, and pay respects to a culture and generation as long gone as the house and windmill tower that once watered those cottonwood trees with roof runoff and groundwater, respectively. Those folks were hardy as the trees, which only took a few decades longer to start dying and returning to dust than the people who planted them. Thanks in large part to this storm, and the next, the remaining cottonwoods would get enough rain to last at least one more season. Being on a high, windswept upland, however, someday they too will crash to the ground and crumble into the ambient flatness.
3 NW Amistad NM (7 Jun 25) Looking ENE
35.9466, -103.196