Water from the sky

It’s one of those stupid familial inside jokes: “what is this water falling from the sky?”  It’s right up there with “yeah, and the Titanic never sank.”

First rain since I returned at the beginning of July.  Pretty frigging weird.  It’s a respectable rain for anywhere in the world, and a veritable downpour in San Diego terms.  (We’re always in the middle of one drought or another.  There’s never enough water for everyone who lives out here, and there probably never will be.)

I left my window open last night and dreamt of rain in Edinburgh—probably because I could hear it falling this morning.  It felt very real.