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.