As someone who grew up on the East Coast, California weather is still strange to me. It's weird that there's no humidity. It's weird that it doesn't snow. And it's really weird that in general, no liquid falls from the sky --at all-- between May and October.
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There were little sprinkles here and there during the morning hours, and then late in the afternoon, it rained enough to dampen the ground.
As I pitter-pattered out to the recycling bin to throw out some boxes, I enjoyed the distinctive scent that accompanies the rain and mused that it was really, really nice to smell it once again.
So for the rain and for the way it reminds me of where I come from, I am thankful.
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