weekend weather

A winter storm blew through Southern California over the weekend and brought with it some much needed rain. It had been over a month since there had been any recordable rainfall, and I have to admit, I missed it. I was getting somewhat homesick thinking about rainy days, the ones where I would walk around in my rain coat and boots with the bottom half of my jeans soaking wet. There always seemed to be something cleansing about water falling from the sky.

The forecast for Saturday called for rain all day long. How I was looking forward to the gloomy grey sky and constant soft percussion of steady rain. Instead I found myself cursing the warm bright sun beaming down through the sparse popcorn clouds. As night fell, the promised precipitation slowly crept its way into the area. Just before dawn, I woke to the comfortingly familiar sound of rain outside my window that lulled me back to sleep despite my desire to stay awake and listen a little longer.

Sunday turned out to be a beautiful day also. The air was crisp and the sun was shining, which didn’t bother me so much because it allowed me to see the most exciting sight. SNOW! The rain that I had so enjoyed the night before had fallen in a different form up in the higher elevations of the nearby mountains. While all I could really see was a dusting of the white stuff on the higher more distant peaks, like any good South Texan, I was still giddy. As strange as this may sound to a lot of people, especially those living in the northeast, the sight of snow made yet another sunny day bearable.