It is raining in Los Angeles. I have the big glass doors open so the air can come in. It is not like country rain air, where everything smells green and like plants are waking and growing. It is city rain air, the air and water that washes away the debris of thousands of cars and people that have built up like a film over the whole city till you almost cannot see the sky. Country rain air is the air of new growth. City rain air is the air of reprieve and redemption.
I sure love the rain.