Like most everything these days, we have to wait for what we want.
So it is with the rains.
They are only now showing up, in late January, three separate storms, arriving as they do in Los Angeles from the north, with a slow, steady buildup of gray clouds in the sky, perhaps the only event in our region that telegraphs its arrival with deliberate and reserved politeness.
After the first storm, we went up to Mulholland Drive where the winds were blowing and the sky was clear and the ground saturated.
From there you could see across the San Fernando Valley and into the distant San Gabriels shrouded under clouds of her own.
There is only time of year I truly adore in Southern California, and it is right now. Soon the miserly precipitation will end and the months of heat and smog will rear up again.
But right now there is glory in the sky and the views.