I know. I regularly harass the rest of you when you talk about having rain. I admit that we actually do have rain in SoCal. There was one day in August when it rained for about six hours. We recorded something just under a hundredth of an inch. I’d look out the window and the sidewalk and street would be wet. I’d walk out an hour later and everything was dry. Minutes later they’d be wet. It was the same thing all day long.
The cute thing about rain in SoCal is the way the local TV stations handle it. As soon as there’s a single drop of rain anywhere around, the local stations put up a banner saying “STORMWATCH” and they start flashing back and forth from the studio to reporters on the street. I remember one time the anchor said something like, “We go now to Mara who is on Firestone Avenue with dramatic pictures of the storm.”
They cut to the outside reporter who talked about how hard it had been raining for the past five minutes (although there was no rainfall right then) and then the camera cut to a close up of a storm drain in the side of the street. There was about a quarter-inch of water dribbling down into the drain.
That’s the way we handle rain in SoCal.
Yesterday, however, we actually had some rain -- almost all day long. Here are two pictures showing how wet it was and I’ll warn you that they look pretty much the same as two pictures I took about a year ago when we had some rain. First is looking north from my front porch.
The next is looking east from my front porch.
That, folks, is rain in my world.
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We recorded something just under a hundredth of an inch.
The agriculture there was based on irrigation. So a little bit of rain meant that the farmers and irrigation district had to watch the fields and man the valves. Also, the adobe exists as fine particulate dust which you can't even see on the roads. A few drops of rain turned the dry dust into damp clay, so the roads became "greased" and motor vehicle accidents resulted.
Rain brings growth all over the place and then, during the summer it all dies off. When the wind and fire seasons hit, all that dead brush burns off, leaving nothing to catch the rain later.
Then, when the rain comes, mountains start sliding all over the place -- normally taking many homes with them. What is really silly -- or sad -- is when the homeowner is standing on top of a hill, looking down at his/her destroyed home three hundred feet below, and the reporter asks what they’re going to do. The answer, invariably, is that they’re going to rebuild their home in the same place.
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First, he claimed he would mow our 2-acre lawn with a push mower. (We got a lawn service in a hurry). Then he claimed he would just wait for the snow to melt on its own, like it does in New Mexico. (That ended when he had to tow the furnace repairman out of our ice-coated driveway). Adaptation is such a b***h!
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