Rain Rain Go Away

It’s raining.

And I’m not talking Oregon rain. None of the good stuff… the light sprinkles and random downpours that make you feel like Gene Kelly. Oh no. This is LA rain.

This is the kind of rain that happens when the sky opens up and hawks up the biggest loogie you could ever conceive, and continues to do so for days on end. The drops are the size of golf balls. You can’t stand outside for two seconds without drenching your clothing to the point that it takes them all night to air dry.

Plus, with the city’s poorly constructed drainage system – the streets are deeper than the LA river (I know, I know – no large feat… but with all this rain you should see it… it actually resembles a body of water!) I’ve seen countless residents who, either through negligence or lack of options, parked their cars on the side of the street at night and returned the next day to find them up to their running boards in liquid filth.

Get out your galoshes. This is not pleasant.

I blame LA for it. I reason that if this city were not so asthetically repulsive, there would be no need for heaven to attempt this drastic deep cleaning.

Perhaps we’ll get some greenery out of it?

Ah. Cue the thunder and lighting. Now that’s more like it.

Luckily, Clio has her raincoat.

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