The Rain in Spain Falls Mainly in San Francisco
I don't know about you but I'm kinda over the rain thing. I mean, it's good, right? Rain is a good thing. God knows that we need more liquid to come on down to make sure that our summers are good, that the fire season isn't dramatic, and that our snow pack is fabulous. Those are all things I've learned by watching the news, so make sure you know what you're watching these days, kids. Life is not One Tree Hill.Anyways, so it's been raining. I love the smell of the City after a rain. Urine gets washed away from the corners of buildings, the dust from the cars goes down the drain (and presumably into the Bay which is another issue altogether), and the dried bird poop on my ride sort of goes away. These are all good things.
But I just hate walking around in it. Yes, I have a good umbrella. Yes, I also have a nice jacket, but there's something bone chilling about the rain and the wind together that just makes you want to stay inside and forget about going to work. Well, I guess you could say you probably aren't racing to get there...tell the truth now, Voodoo Children.
I'm at home, and Mango is passed out. I remember on those vacation days when it would rain the first thing you want to do is figure out how you can spend your day in bed. All you need is a tv (with cable), a cuppa hot chocolate or chai, whatever suits you, and books, magazines, and if you're not on a budget, get your laptop and steal a neighbor's wireless. You're good to go! But not every day is like that. First sound of rain in the morning, and I'm already planning how to spend the evening getting warm. Planting myself in front of the heater is a good place to start. Thick socks. Cuppa. Sweatshirt.
I am a complainer, I guess, but the truth is, rain is good. Just being in it when you don't have any options is bad. I'll take rain over a strong wind. We've been having some of those lately too. Not fun. I just hate the sound of the wind moving something across the backyard. Slooooowly. Really slowwwwwly.
The thing about SF is really that one day = rain. Next day = sun. You don't really pack away your winter clothes in this place. Layer it up when you come to the town. But make sure when you get back home you have your toasty socks ready for you.
With my umbrella ready for Monday,
Voodoo
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