Raining In Los Angeles

I snapped this screenshot on Sunday because I have never seen such weather in our four and a half years of living in Los Angeles. In fact, I can't even remember a time when it rained for two consecutive days, let alone an entire week.



Rain has become so commonplace in these parts that I have begun imagining it raining EVERYWHERE. I actually caught myself this morning thinking about my family in New Jersey and wondering how THEY were handling all the rain.

The plethora of droplets has drastically altered the rhythm of our days this week. Stella hasn't played outside since Saturday, which means we're forced to turn indoor spaces like our laundry room and bathroom into play spaces, in order to curb her boredom. I actually drove four blocks to the Bank more than once this week, something I'm not sure I've done since we moved here. Or how about dealing with LA rain drivers, who roam the freeways and streets as if the rain was ice falling from the sky, causing the already busy roadways to become even more congested.

I know, I know. I hear what some of you are saying. At least it's not freezing rain, or sleet, or snow. At least the temperature still hovers around 60. At least the rain will give way to a warm and sunny 75 degrees next week. At least it's not gray for a month straight (sorry, West Michigan).

Still, it's been raining nearly continuously since Sunday. Except for a lone ride to the movies last night, our bikes haven't seen the pavement in days and my shoes have been permanently placed in front of the space heater. And Stella is getting that if-I-don't-get-out-of-here-soon-I'm-gonna-meltdown-on-you look in her eyes. I'm ready for this to be over...