First Rainfall of the Season
I love the rain. Our first storm of the season just ended, drenching the streets with water, leaves, and various tree parts. There’s something great about the sound, the smell, the feel of life that comes with it.
“It’s the only time God comes out in L.A.”
I don’t live in L.A., but my brother does. And that’s what he said of driving in this rain. Los Angelinos tend to freak out when there’s even the look of the hint of rain because they don’t know what to do with it down there. (My brother doesn’t freak out because we’ve grown up all over the place.) But it is interesting. The only time God comes out in L.A. Huh.