As long as I have lived in California, we have had drought on our minds. We are either entering a drought, recovering from one, or – as right now – in the midst of an historic period of wishing for rain. We have been at it for so long, we classify our type of drought, so as to fool ourselves into thinking we are transitioning from one climate to another. But it’s all about relative drought, and we worship what we don’t have. We worship rain.
And then it comes.
And comes again.
And the next day, too.
It damages the neighborhood.
We Californians are not known for our ability to focus for long periods of time. Didn’t the word ‘fad’ begin here? We love those things that come and go and come again, so we don’t have to pay attention for too long. We’re always entertained by the next new thing.
So, for Stanley and Marsha, two native Californians, four days of rain indicated an end of the historic drought. Didn’t it? Certainly, it should have.
After four days, I’m ready for the new fad: no rain. New wildflowers.