I MADE HEAVEN GIGGLE, THEN WEEP
In my last post I went on about the torrid winter we've been having, and planned a day of being out and about, running errands where I expected to be met with arid, warm winds. T hen early this morning, I woke to torrential rain here in Los Angeles. I could get drenched standing by an open window, and the door needs to be plugged with a towel. There is that leaden taste in the air of petrichor. I'll avoid going outside merely because a lot of motorists have forgotten how to use their windshield wipers and are seeing through blurry glass. The roads are much more slippy then they'd be in a place that gets more rain because there is a build-up of exhaust fumes on the highways. This cloudburst will be continuous for 24 hours. A thunderstorm is imminent. I've been calling on St Florian, who is patron saint of floods. He was martyred by drowning when a millstone was tied to his neck. In view of his martyrdom when dirty saline liquid flooded his lungs, I think I can deal wit...
