This is worthy of a happy dance for two reasons:
1. Rain means a break in the endless construction. They managed to get the weatherproofing done before the heavens opened up, so no worries there. I am basking in the soft plink of raindrops hitting my building, unimpeded by annoying porch railings, gutters, drain spouts, and all that standard house crap that is temporarily absent. I’d worry about flooding, but it’s only pouring by California standards. We’re talking a quarter inch over twenty-four hours – enough for everyone to panic and fly off the roads as if beset by an apocalyptic meteor storm, but not enough for flash-flooding unless you’re living in a ditch or on the beach. So, probably okay.
2. I can finally relax and let go of the fear that the smallest static contact with a doorknob or appliance will spontaneously set the entire county ablaze. This is a common California fear (citation needed), particularly down south, where the scenery can get, well, pretty crunchy. Except for the damn ice plants. What is their secret? And why aren’t we doing a better job of harnessing it? The northern plants can get by on fog in a pinch, but lately even they’ve been feeling the strain. Not today, though. Today, we’re all breathing a little easier. Enjoy the free CO2, shrubs and firs. It’s party time up in here.