It was about the nicest little rain storm that came huffing and puffing down I-40 Friday evening.  Although a chance of rain was predicted, we had been disappointed many times before and were skeptical.  Even when the weather radio sounded an alarm we didn’t expect much.  Even still I helped Joyce get the chickens and cats squared away, just in case.  No sooner than we had returned to our movie than here it came, a genuine thunderstorm that rained pretty hard for about 15 minutes, long enough to give us .55 of an inch, which is not nothing from our point of view.  After it passed we were treated to a spectacular rainbow that persisted for quite some time.  The moisture gave use a respite from watering Saturday but the hot, dry wind off the desert soon made it just a pleasant memory.In other news, the neighbors made it home late Saturday evening.  They had been to Grand Cayman, which Joyce and I will also visit on our cruise this fall.  All of them were very enthusiastic about the place, vowing to return someday.  Kari enjoyed early morning walks on the beach which she could easily walk to from their hotel; Chris learned to sail; and A&R kissed stingrays, or so they claimed.  I asked if the rays kissed them back and they allowed as how they did, which begs the question:  Do stingrays have lips?  It was hotter than the hinges on the door to hell while they were gone and we worked hard to keep the tender things, including Tino the dog, from drying up and blowing away.  We are glad to have them back.