A New York editor who had never seen West Texas came to visit us in early June, expecting saguaro cactus and cow skulls. At the northern approach to the city stands a chamber of commerce sign welcoming the traveler to San Angelo. My city, San Angelo, had already registered nearly 23 inches of rain by the end of June, more than five inches beyond the official average for a whole year. But the phenomenon of abundant rainfall was probably most dramatic in West Texas, which historically has known much about cactus and little about mushrooms. The entire state enjoyed an unusually wet spring this year that broke rainfall records in many areas and brought flood misery to some unfortunates. In recent months many people have urged me to write a sequel and call it The Time It Wouldn’t Quit. Some years ago I wrote a novel called The Time It Never Rained, chronicling in fictional form a real seven-year drought that tortured West Texas through most of the fifties. Read more here about our archive digitization project. We have left it as it was originally published, without updating, to maintain a clear historical record. This story is from Texas Monthly ’s archives.
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