The rain continues to fall onto the dry, Los Angeles streets, causing drivers, pedestrians and tourists to duck for cover. (Rain in LA? No way, Jose!) Sometimes pitter-patter, sometimes thunderous roar, this recent atmospheric noise helps me sleep at night and puts my soul at ease. I find I wake more rested than nights when it’s silent in the city.
A wet February, we are having. A wet February, we need, indeed.
Yet we, the people of this great state, find the weather an inconvenience, even though we know the facts and statistics about how our local lands desperately need the rain. Now a break in the storm gives us time to regroup before a second prong will batter the coast later this evening.
Soon, the clouds over Southern California will burst with moisture, drenching the drought ridden earth, soaking the plants and washing the city’s pavements free of its dirty sins.
Let it fall, I say, because I’m staying inside with nowhere to go.