Here She Comes

The sky was a dull grey this morning. A fog breathed around the world, and many houses used internal lights to prepare themselves for the long day ahead. There was a smell in the air, a smell that could only mean one thing. She was on her way. She hadn't been seen for a long time now. Yet, with a silence that somehow defied her mere existence, she slowly made an entrance.

She finally made her appearance late in the day. And then she made herself comfortable. Her scent lingered wherever she went, a scent that is unquestionably unique, and that nobody else dare mimic. She dared us to come out and play. Some of us did. Some of us even ran around with her. (No, not around trees)

And just like every new arrival, she caused panic in some. Cynosure that she is, will she cause traffic problems? What will happen to airports? Will she just spite us and cut electricity?


That's right, the rains are here, and the scent of the first persistent rainfall on dry mud, lingers in the air as i write this. What surprises me is that even here, in California, with 1 inch of rain, people worry about power cuts, and traffic jams! What has the world come to......