Today the rain falls the way it needs to rain in California. It is unrelenting, it is full-fledged release. The clouds have given up and they’re giving us their all. Take that and that and that. Take some more. And I resist the urge to run into it and bear the blows of aggressive generosity because of my freshly washed hair.
I can already feel the chill. I love post-rain weather in Hong Kong, when the hot cement has cooled and we can move without feeling like we’re wading through musk.