It never fails to amaze me that, given the simplicity of the weather in Southern California, no one can manage to predict it. Saturday morning I woke up to the sound of rain, then thunder in the distance. By mid-morning the thunder was louder and then it started to POUR. I ran outside with Koal and we found large pieces of hail hammering away at the metal patio cover.

Of course all of our wonderful furniture was moved out from under the cover while Josh uses power tools under there…so it all got wet.

So cool. I love rain, and yes, it’s probably because it happens so rarely. It just sounds so great, and smells so great, and is really exciting for me. Laugh if you want. 🙂