Southern California got a good soaking yesterday, and I guess I’m over my sickness of the rain (brought on by last year’s near-record number of drops) because I wish this display of waterworks could’ve stayed a bit longer than it did. Alas, it’s a day of clouds and bue sky and breezes as the storm system moves on out of the area.
My favorite place to be during a downpour is reclining in the livingroom window seat listening to the deluge descend upon the broad wings of the giant birds of paradise growing against the fence on the property next door. It’s a hypnotically relaxing sound.
Oh well, maybe next storm.
P.S. Don’t even tell me you don’t see the dog’s head in the cloud at the bottom of the frame between the two middle palms.