The Pain from the Rain is Our Gain

Before leaving for SF, I set out the splash block

The drought had frayed everyone's nerves, not to mention their formerly green lawns, so the weekend's storm was as welcome as it was surprising. We had heard it before---wet weather was coming--but more often than not the drizzles fizzled.

My umbrella, unused for four years, fell apart when I opened it on Market Street. Hair soaked like Gene Kelly's, I nevertheless had a glorious feeling.