And it pissed down today. Oh yeah, the heavens opened up, and la pluie finally came back to california. It started raining last night, I could hear it as I re-read Harry Potter & the Half Blood Prince (just the bit where harry and luna are at slughorn's party, it's funny). I haven't seen rain in so long. It didn't rain while I cycled to work, but I got splash from the puddles. It rained while I was at work, but stopped during my lunch (when I even got some sketching in), then started again five minutes after I got inside (lucky pete). I could hear it pounding against the skylight (my link to the outside world). The dry hot Central Valley is over, back to the ridiculously and surprisingly wet flood-prone country. Reaching a window I found it spectacular to look out over the storms. People here do not know what to do when it rains, and nobody seems to own an umbrella (but neither did I when I lived in the UK). It reminded me of home. Sad. Being my lucky day, it all cleared up about ten minutes before I left work. I cycled home, with some spray on me, but no more than a conversation with roy hattersley. So today was the first day since about April that I wore my raincoat (actually, that's not true - I did bring it to Britain with me, and wore it on a drunken night out in case it rained; I know this because I found random flyers to Soho nightclubs in my pocket, a sure sign of having been to the west end with a best friend). The rain is refreshing, that's for sure - ask me again in a few months, when the doppler radar goes insane and the levees are broken 'cos arnold was only joking. Currently enjoying a paulaner hefe-weizen beer, listening to 'never here', elastica; spurs won today, 3-1 against club brugge.
long to rain over us
3.11.06 07:19
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