Today is Monday, and it rained all last night and into the afternoon. A small storm I guess some would call it. And then it became a little drizzle. But the minds of the locals were set, and it was war.
We prepare for a little drizzle like we're going into battle. We drive like "little old ladies from Pasadena" who have crippling cataracts and no sight or sense reflexes. What are certainly little puddles to North Easterners are like mammoth lakes to us Los Angeleans. Oh, here comes another "puddle"; I must swerve to avoid it. I must have seen 5 accidents today, and I drove a mind-boggling 8 miles round trip, because people swerved, skidded, lost their minds in the rain.
I, myself, love the rain. I even went bike riding at the beach yesterday in the sprinkles....because it was different, and cause sometimes I march to a different drummer. And maybe because it is cleansing. It is so beautiful after the city is washed clean....things come alive and are bright again. And I know that somewhere up in the mountains, way up north, we are gathering precious water once again for the coming year, and snow for winter sports.
No hurricanes, no typhoons....just some lovely and welcome seasonal rain. Get the wiper blades ready for the next onslaught of storms because, if you're like me and watch the weather reports, you already know there are more coming. Don't you?! So don't act surprised, and just DRIVE!
