I live in Southern California. It's the second half of the month of May. And it's raining.
I heard the rain coming about 30 seconds before it started landing on the sidewalk outside the window. It's the kind of rain that falls without wind, big drops that leave space between them at first then fill in the gaps in short order.
It's the kind of rain that doesn't belong in Southern California in May. But it's here.
It's welcome, but it's just not right.