It flat out poured last night. For a mountain so-called desert area, we sure get a lot of rain in the winter. Not that the folks down in the cities are complaining, they suck up every last drop of water they can get with their thirsty teeming masses flushing and watering and letting their faucets drip and leak. The Colorado River used to run to the sea. Not anymore, it stops well inland in California. Sucked dry.
I have mixed emotions about the rain. It keeps the fire danger down when it rains, but it also makes lots of highly flammable stuff grow like gangbusters, and when the fires start, the rain is nowhere to be seen. Too long and heavy of a downpour erodes the mountainsides, floods our streets and makes some serious problems, but if it didn’t rain at all it would be impossible to live here.
Kind of reminds me of most people. Hard to live with them and hard to live without them. What a philosopher I am, I should write a book of homilies. The only one I remember about rain, though, was once when I was listening to a radio talk show during a storm, and some really doofus sounding guy called in to say that where he was at, “It’s raining like a big dog”. What in HELL do dogs of any size have to do with how much it’s raining? The woman doing the radio show plainly thought the same thing, and asked him “Like a big dog?” and he assured her, “Yeah, just like a big dog.” That was possibly one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard on the radio. Good thing for that guy he wasn’t on television instead, so no one could see who he was.
Well anyway, the tops of the mountains are still white, so the rain was snow instead, up there, which means that the Sierra snow pack is storing away lots of water to slowly melt and feed the streams that will keep the Southern California masses flushing their toilets next summer. I’ll have something more to add to this, tomorrow, regarding the ocean. Stay tuned.