The newscasters said that we had a 50% chance of rain during this weekend in mid-July, and the likelihood of thunderstorms to add to the fun. This morning, the thunderstorms came. The pounding of distant bowling, with a few pin-swirling strikes nearby, gave us a few flickers in the lights, and popped a couple appliances into "stand-by mode." The ominous gray sky has opened up to dump liquid upon us, and a constant flurry of large drops of rain are falling...not the wimpy little spritzes that we usually get. The dog's in the dog house, the cat's in the window, and the gutter is nearly to the top of the curb as the water washes down the street, heading for the storm drains, to head on out to the Pacific Ocean. 70% of this rain, during our massive drought, will wind up in the ocean, because the leftist political figures have refused to build the necessary needful reservoirs and ducts to collect the water, thanks to pressure and threats of litigation by environmentalist groups.
So the rain falls. The lawn will sprout a few weeds. Drivers will begin crashing into each other (thank God this is a Saturday). And Code Enforcement will wonder how they can ticket Mother Nature for daring to run water across the sidewalk from the dying lawns of the city in an obvious case of over-watering.
The roof is getting cleaned up, and the driveway will finally be washed down. For a moment in time, or at least for a weekend, neighbors won't be spying on their neighbors to see if the guy next door is a water waster, and should be reported. Instead, I am expecting windows to be opened, and bodies to run into the streets, so that they may experience this rare occurrence of water falling from the sky.
I, myself, have a radio program to broadcast this afternoon, and the drive in the rain will be treacherous, indeed. An hour, normally, without the slipping and sliding through a canyon pass with a pretty challenging uphill grade. Still, I will enjoy the wonder of rain in my Southern California community. We don't know when the next time will be that we will see such an event.
At least where I live, we don't have a wildfire crossing the freeway, lighting up twenty cars as it does so, and sending motorists fleeing from their vehicles, abandoning their automobiles on the freeway. That happened on the Cajon Pass, yesterday, the path out of the L.A. Basin, and out into the High Desert, during rush hour.
The insurance companies can't be happy.
-- Political Pistachio Conservative News and Commentary
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