After all this time, it’s raining. It’s really raining. Water is falling from the sky. It is falling onto Los Angeles.
To be honest, it rained about a month ago, and I didn’t write about it. But I was on my way out of town at the time, and it was just a sprinkle, so it didn’t count.
It’s also bitterly cold today. OK, not bitterly cold, but it’s about 45 degrees. Enough to make me bitter. It’s supposedly part of an uncharacteristically cold snap from an Alaskan storm.
We’re not close enough to see Alaska from here, but close enough to get its crappy weather.
If you don’t believe me, check this out:
This is going on about 50 miles from here, about 2,300 feet higher up.
Standing on the street in LA, you can see the snow in the mountains that surround the valley. Totally strange.
But it’s actually the ideal way to enjoy snow, if you think about it. You can see it, but you don’t have to shovel it. Down here, it’s just rain.
Glorious, wet rain.
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