Los Angeles is desert, or at least enough of a desert that the ground goes into panic when it rains. When I first got here the city was expecting “the worst rain storm in a million years!” I laughed after having just driving through ice and blizzards. Then it rained. When it stopped raining, people calmed down and the city smelled like urine.
Starting earlier this week, and continuing through this coming weekend, weather has turned back to rain. I haven’t noticed the smell yet, but I understand what all of the freak-out is about. Let me clarify, this is nothing compared to the first snowfall in the mid-west when everyone drives 10mph into the ditches. Nonetheless, this ground can’t take the water. Stoplights go out, intersections become pools, buildings flood, and people freak out. We are supposed to have three more days of this, and right now people are drying out offices, conference rooms, and editing bays while others are trudging along the roof finding the source.
UPDATE: And while my bedroom ceiling is producing a dripping sap now, at least my place doesn't smell like poo (Mindy, Steve, and Jesse).
Who said Los Angeles doesn’t have seasons? So far I’m marking Rain down as the first season of every year.
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