The first rain since April. Big, fat, beautiful dark clouds moved in, bringing rain to the region. Call me crazy, but I took photos of the clouds.
It was a day to be celebrated by sitting outside with a glass of wine, listing to the gentle dripping of raindrops in the trees, knowing that soon the hills will wear their green coats again.
The weather report had announced “rain storm to hit West Coast.” Now I, coming from a country which moved Heinrich Heine to exclaim “summer in Germany is but winter painted green” know all about storms. And rain. And winter. As long as no tiles are flying off roofs, it is not a storm. As long as the rain does not continue on for weeks and weeks, there is nothing to worry about. As long as there is no snow and ice, it is not winter.
So, please, weather people, stop exaggerating. Rejoice with everybody else in the fact that the rain season has started and spare us the storm warnings.