September is the third driest month in California. Because it follows more than 150 consecutive rain-free days it seems even drier than that. Indeed, before these precious few drops fell, we had a week of temperatures well over 100 degrees, more typical than rainfall. Last weekend parts of the Bay Area welcomed a few drops here and there. Unfortunately, here, only a few drops, there, many more. Still, it was comforting , however, brief, from the continuing drought.
Actual rain, dripping off our roof. No, really. This is rain!
And if that doesn’t set you free, Mark Knopfler sings “Seattle”. “You’ve got to love the rain, And we both love the rain.”
The drama that we lacked in the day was made up for that night, A camera on my desktop faces west, changing its view of the Bay Area every minute. The clouds of the parting storm inspired me to drive up the hill to my favorite overlook.
The next day promised more interesting weather, so I drove to the end of Point Reyes, then back to South Beach for the high surf.
Looking east
“I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
T.S. Eliot…”The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock_
This is Alli. She lives in Bolinas. “These are the best waves in weeks,” she said. They were absent chariy.. She didn’t drown.