Comments on: Precipitation

By: Katie

Katie — Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000

“Like fine tea”… indeed. Here in this tangled desert mirage of Southern California we’d long been parched for precipitation… until last week or so. Then I noticed the luscious beads of dew returning each morning to blanket the grasses and the succulent plants, the hoods of cars, the surfaces of the furniture dumped in the parkways of East Hollywood. The air was wet for the first time in months! And so as the desert deprives me, it teaches me to value precious precipitation even more. In all its forms.

By: Urban Locust

Urban Locust — Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000

I always said Autumn was my favorite season for the same reasons. I was also amazed last week when I saw fog (no, not smog) on my way into work in almost-always sunny L.A. Granted, I’m pretty used to this monotonous temperature, I still love “jacket weather.” I even found myself watching Woody Allen’s “Purple Rose of Cairo” last week and there was a classic Woody Allen scene of perfect Fall, with falling, blowing, yellow leaves, and you could almost feel the crisp temperature. I wasn’t even thinking of Autumn at the time, but I wonder if we unconciously find ways to compensate for the (lack of) seasons?

By: riverrunner

riverrunner — Thu, 01 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000

Rain means water, water means rivers, rivers mean kayaking. Thats why I moved to Oregon – year round boating. So yeah – rain is good.