By John Murphy
I woke up to the sound of rain this morning. I smiled.
It doesn’t rain much around here, as soft rocker Albert Hammond sang in 1972 …
“Seems it never rains in Southern California/Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before …”
Usually when it does rain, it’s huge. It warrants frantic coverage from Los Angeles news stations, like we should all be building an arc. But now they have this coronavirus thing to report, so rain takes a backseat.
As a Bay Area native, rain and cold and fog was just part of the deal. I often miss it. And when I moved to Bellevue, Washington in 1990, rain was constant. It was not news.
The news of the day near Seattle then was the Goodwill Games, the minor league hockey teams from Portland and Seattle who regularly beat the hell out of each other, and the strange new music emerging from the downtown clubs called “grunge.”
Well, I’m wearing a flannel shirt as I write this. And in honor of Nirvana and Pearl Jam and that wet stuff falling out of the sky, I will pour myself another cup of coffee and enjoy the rain. I’ve missed it.
Main Street Dog 
The sun is shining in Seattle today! But no one is out on the streets…..
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