
There have been flashes of light in the sky all night. I thought maybe a show was going on somewhere. But they were so random.
A few moments ago I thought I heard rain. No, it can't be.
So I checked the weather, 90027.
Sure enough, Thunderstorms predicted.
Then the smell of it hit me.
Rain might be my favorite thing in the world. I hope it goes on all night.
More l.a.
It was FANTASTIC. It's the first rain I've experienced since I moved here: MONTHS AGO.
I miss those boomy New York summer thundershowers... tonight's was far too short.
Posted by: AJ on September 19, 2005 11:27 PMBut the night is young!
Posted by: Helena on September 19, 2005 11:55 PMI love the rain, and not because The Eurythmics told me to.
Posted by: Pauly D on September 20, 2005 06:34 AMI love walking in the rain, the smell of it, how fresh everything is afterwards. I lived in Seattle for four years, and believe it or not, never got sick of the rain. As much as I love California weather, I miss those long, rain-drenched walks.
Thanks for the memories, Helena :)
Isn't it delicious? I may have been singing another tune last year after two weeks straight had my alley-adjacent studio in Venice flooded, but now it's a whole different story.
I have often considered living in Seattle for it. But then I start thinking that, as with everything I like, I enjoy this because I get only small tastes of it.
It leaves me feeling that I want MORE!!
Posted by: Helena on September 20, 2005 05:31 PMI used to live in that zip!
In the 3+ years I lived in LA, there was one thunderclap. I missed thunderstorms something awful back then.
Posted by: claire on September 21, 2005 02:02 PM
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