Oh, you didn't know?

That in Arroyo Seco, New Mexico, the little hamlet overlooking Taos, the valley, and set at the foot of the Sangre de Christo Mountains, that every afternoon, after a brilliant, sunny day, scents in breezes to alter the mind, there is a storm of lightning and rain. It takes place over a couple of hours, a play of darkness and light bouncing off thunderheads near and far. You can be leaning against a door jam looking out onto the horizon and see triple-flash lightning bolts before taking on a boom of thunder that knocks an eating utensil off its plate.