Finally. I never thought I’d see the day again. Finally and end to the seemingly perpetual sunshine. It has not been since March (unless I’m very mistaken) since there’s been any serious rain here, and more than five months since there’s been any officially measurable rain of any sort in Los Angeles (as measured by the official station down at USC).
I was beginning to despair a bit. I need rain, psychologically as well as for more mundane reasons like wanting my garden to get a good soaking. There’s something about the way my outlook on the world works that needs to have good rainfall sometime. Rainfall where I live, I mean. I’d seen some wonderful rain over the summer (almost daily afternoon thunderstorms in Aspen for a few weeks, nice rain and drizzle for a week in Cambridge), and that did help me with the waiting, but I’ve been needing rain at home.
And so here it is! There’s the wonderful sound of it on the roof, and then there’s the smells I have not smelled in so long. There’s the smell of the long bone-dryness meeting the welcome new wetness, a meeting that takes place in concrete, in wood and in dirt, with distinctive results that take me all the way back to my childhood. It’s a short-term, almost fleeting set of smells at the beginning of a long-awaited rainfall that will be gone shortly. Longer lasting will be the general smell of moisture sneaking into the house through the doors and windows that’s so refreshing. LA is so different when it rains. The sky is lower, from the clouds, which I think makes the main difference. I’ve noticed that here’s a rushing wind from time to time, and maybe I even saw a flash of lightning! This may well be an actual storm – we shall see.
You might think this is much ado about nothing, but it isn’t really. This is a big deal here.
Rain! Finally! I’m so excited by this!