It never rains in California
The title is from a popular 70s song by Arthur Hammond. When it was first popular, I was a Lance Corporal in the Marine Corps, on my way to Vietnam. I came to California during one of the worst rainfalls of the past six years (at the time). It rained the entire time I was in Pendleton, training to go overseas.
Many years later, I moved to San Diego, and was once again, faced with a deluge of water. In calendar year 2004, San Diego received more than 100 inches of rain. I was convinced that my presence in the city had somehow upset the ecological balance, and that it would rain forever.
Luckily, my fears were unfounded. San Diego soon returned to its normal sunny state. Rainfall was sporadic and infrequent - the way the natives claimed it should be. All was well with the world.
Today, it rained all day. The forecast for the weekend is rain, rain and more rain. I’m not complaining, because it’s been a long dry spell for us, and the water is needed, but every time I look out my window and see those storm clouds, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve done something I shouldn’t have.
