Friday afternoon around 2:30pm it started getting cloudy and then…thunder! Thunder, glorious thunder. Then…raindrops! Praise Jesus, it rains in Los Angeles, I thought, giddily. (I think the last time we had rain was in March?)
I ran outside and let the drops make big spots on my T-shirt.
I did a little rain dance. More, please! More!
I texted mom, "It’s raining here!!!!" She texted back, "you’re a weirdo."
I texted B, "It’s thundering, sprinkling! What about where you are?" He texted back, “I hope God washes away the dirty, dirty sins of L.A.”
And then, as quickly as they came, they went. The sprinkles were gone, and I could see the sun, and the spots on my T-shirt were already drying.
The end of the rain.
And L.A. is still sinful.
