The Weather Report

"Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life." John Updike
It never rains here.  And for once, I am not being dramatic or hyperbolic in this assertion.  It never rains here. I honestly do not remember a drop of precipitation from May until September.  

Henri Cartier-Bresson's Gare St. Lazare in Paris
Now, sweet October has brought torrential downpours---even the first clap of thunder that I have heard in five years of living in California.  
As a former Midwesterner, thunderstorms were habitual, a constant of each season, nothing special.  Because we experience rain so infrequently here, I find myself relishing in a storm, waiting for the dark clouds to open up and let down their welcome rain.  Like New Yorkers who long for the sun in the midst of a long February, I greet a good rainstorm giddily.  
If lightening wasn't bolting from the sky, I'd surely be spinning around the wet pavement Gene Kelly style. 
Images borrowed from here, GwenLafage, here, BlurDot.


  1. What I love about occassional rain showers, fall through winter in California, is that they turn our dusky mountain and foothills GREEN. For that reason, I LOVE winter in California. Christmas is the greenest time of the year here!

  2. Cheers to rain! I love it too, and I think the whole country could use some! :)


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