Most of you probably heard about the fires in San Diego a month ago. The fact that southern California was experiencing the worst drought in nine years was a major factor. Locals around here began to call it "Sandy Desert" despite the fact that we live so close to the ocean, everywhere you look, you see nothing but brown.
Add to this, that anyone who knows me has heard me complain about the utter lack of thunderstorms here. If you grew up on the east coast, you know what a good, hard rain and thunderstorm can do for your soul. It cleanses. It's cathartic. Well ladies and gentlemen, after 2.5 years of living here, I finally got my wish. It rained for 24 straight hours here. Hard, pelting, running-down-the-street rain. The best part was I took Emma outside one morning and we sat on the porch just watching and smelling. It was great. :) And this was our view....not much to look at. But it was so friggin cool.
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