Streaks of light.

I've turned the corner on how I feel about rain. I used to secretly like drought years in California because it meant a sunny winter. Then I went to England for 2 weeks in October. I said something about the rain to my British friend. "If you don't go out in the rain in England, you don't go out," he said. And once I got out in it I remembered how fun rain was. I have been spoiled by the dry, beautiful west. This week, with rain in the forecast almost everyday, I rejoice in it. The dark day, the tapping on the roof, the bokeh spots on my glasses are all kind of new again in this awakening.