It is raining. Not just drizzles. But proper rain.
Rain in California is weird. You seldom have any accompanying lightning or thunder. Just rain.
Today, I had a dental cleaning and it was raining. But the sun was also peeking out from behind the clouds. Weird, huh? It was like that on the way home and I was treated to a bunch of rainbows.
That’s rain in California.
I generally enjoy the rain. Especially in California because we need it so badly – all the time. Also, because, lately, you seem to hardly ever get a good downpour – one where you can open a window and just listen to the rain.
I need the soothes of rain sounds right now.
I can feel the edges of depression/anxiety touching me. I hate that – knowing that it’s there just waiting.
My depression is like Carl Sandberg’s San Francisco fog – it comes on little cat feet.
And speaking of little cat feet, whenever I need some unconditional furry love, I have Berta. Lord (TIDBI) do I love this cat.