The rain.

Coming down in sheets, in cycles, ad nauseum.

Sheets of soaking wet weather slicing across the Valley.

I drove down to Studio City.

By the time I got to Whitsett and Magnolia it was dry.

I parked near Fulton and the LA River and shot some photos.

I went to Peet’s Coffee and met some friends.

I ordered a double espresso..

Then the sky darkened and the palms along Ventura blew and the rains came.

The rain abated and I ran to my car and drove home.

At my home computer, I sat and waited for the next cycle of storm to begin.

Then my mother called from the Marina and said she saw a fabulous rainbow.