It has been a strange year here in the Bay area. January, which is supposed to be a cold, wet month, was warm and dry.
And now it is in August, when it never rains. So when I heard a pattering on the roof over my office, I thought: Gee there must be a lot of squirrels scampering around on the roof. But it wasn’t squirrels, it was a passing rain shower.
I went outside and stood in the rain, just to remember what it feels like and to smell the smell of dry earth when it gets moistened, and when the shower was over I went back inside and got back to work.
When it rained again, I had grown blase, and just stayed working at my desk.
But when a third rain shower passed through, that felt freakish.