Here in Southern California, we need the rain badly so there's no complaining about it, unless you live in La Canada, where the hillsides are sliding down because of the terrible fires we had here this year. The rain washes the ash down from the hillsides and clogs up the streets below.
But here in the flatlands, clear rainwater feeds my thirsty trees and puddles in my uneven driveway,
reflecting my giant Jacarunda tree on its glassy surface.
And then? Just when you think it's never going to stop? This:
I know... Seriously.
Have a great weekend!
