Water Works

It rained this week. 

Actually, it poured. It was as if a giant bucket in the sky had tipped, sending cascades of water down to the parched lips of Southern California. 

Every nearby zip code got drenched. Every dog in my apartment building howled, goaded on by both lightening and thunder. It was raining. IN LOS ANGELES.

Back in my hometown, pounding rain wouldn't have even registered on my storm-weary geiger counter. But after a mere few months in the San Fernando Valley, I leapt to the window at the slightest hint of a brewing squall.

Can wearing a jacket when the temps drop to 60 be far behind?

"Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day." – English Nursery Rhyme