Rain is a Los Angeles thing.

It rained during my childhood in Annapolis,

But my memories of Omaha are mostly of snow.

Living in Los Angeles for 33 years recalls a lot of rain.

The Rainy Season.

Sometimes we have it; in other years, we don’t.

This is one of those years when we do – a lot.

Today, the low pressure delivers another Atmospheric River.

For a drought-parched California, rain means renewed growth.

And for me, it signals a couple of things:

Sadness and loss,

of family and friends.

Many died in the past few months.

And the possibilities of change.

New beginnings, with new digs,

Mon Atelier: my lofty perch looking into the Hollywood Hills.

A new webmaster (thank you, James Shuster); and thank you, Sean Salas for all you did.).

New business and new marketing, putting the client first.

Completing a new novel, THE THIRTEENTH STEP.

Turning it back into a new, improved screenplay.

Maybe a trip to India? (If I can afford it.)

So, California rain isn’t so bad after all.

Reservoirs are full.

Mountains and hills turn green again.

Life can go on.

Looking forward to it!