We were promised rain. Big rain. Maybe two days’ worth.
I count on rain for a number of reasons. It’s good for my tomatoes. I don’t have to water the lawn. Our water table is terribly low. It’s the closest thing we have to “weather.”
I don’t sit around expecting it, but when all forecasts are predicting it, I can’t help but get excited. Rain makes me happy.
When I woke yesterday morning, I looked outside to find – no rain. So I went about my bid-ness and gave up on sprinkles. I had an evening meeting by the beach, and I drove down beneath partially sunny skies.
By the time I finished dinner in Santa Monica and went to retrieve my car from the valet, there was a right proper downpour taking place. I drove home with extra safety in mind. And I drove slowly. I didn’t mind one little bit because, like I said, rain makes me happy.