Since "winter" rolled in, about two months ago, I have observed one occurrence of rain here in beautiful San Diego. Actually, I didn't really "observe" it. To be truthful, I completely missed it. But I knew something had happened, because when I walked out I "observed" that the ground was wet. And there were no sprinklers around. (And no grass, for that matter ...)
Winter is supposed to be the rainy season, around here, so I can't help but being somewhat cheated on. I mean, nice weather is fine, but I do also like the "weather" part of "nice weather", just any weather, be it different from our standard sunny-and-breezy state of affairs.
Therefore, when I saw the weather forecast for this weekend, my heart kind of jumped. They predicted rain for both Saturday and Sunday. And it happened. Only, it happened during the night. Both last night and the night before, I swear I heard rain falling as I was lying in my bed. I felt almost compelled to get out of bed to verify that it was real. I mean, it could have been a dream. And it could have been. This morning there was no sign of a rain shower. And I feel as if I've been cheated on, again ...
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