Zion National Park in Springdale, Utah is usually sunny and hot, dry, and painted against the backdrop of beautiful blue skies. One morning I woke to dark skies and rumbles of thunder in the distance. I snuggled deep under the warm covers and fell back asleep to the gentle patter of rain on the roof. A while later I jerked awake, startled by the biggest crack of thunder I've ever heard. My first storm in Zion was magnificent. Thick sheets of rain and fog rolled into the valley until the mountains were no longer visible. Each roll of thunder echoed off the mountain walls. The Virgin River, which was pristine and clear the day before when we went wading, was raging with muddy rapids that resembled chocolate milk. It was beautiful to experience a storm in Zion. [Part I; Part II].