On a trip to Jordan, a friend and I visited Wadi Rum, a beautiful valley cut into sandstone and granite in the southern part of the country. Also known as The Valley of the Moon, it seldom rains, with an annual rainfall of 2 to 4 inches per year. Upon arrival, we were taken around sightseeing in a pickup truck instead of a camel by a local Bedouin guide. We were struck by the ominous white fluffy clouds in the sky. Back at our tent as we were getting ready for dinner, the heavens opened up and poured rain. We had to move our cots to the center of our tent to avoid leaks. The dining room didn’t have walls, just draped carpets, which immediately became saturated. The mood in the dining room however was amazingly up beat. After a cobbled together dinner of roast lamb, there was music, dancing and smoking of water pipes, or hookahs. As we departed to our soggy tent, one of our exuberant Bedouin servers said, “You are so lucky to have had rain in Wadi Rhum!”