The Beauty of Rain (in Los Angeles)

To all whom live in rainy states, I live in a fairly arid climate and most years we get hardly any rain.

However, there is a storm coming and the rain in L.A. will reveal the beauty and splendor of the City of Angels.

The rain will fall gently; small drops will dot the pavement ever so lightly. And as each drop falls, it will mix with the oil, grease, road film, pesticides, trash strewn sidewalks, smog and excrement to release their ever so subtle aroma that is the city. Though slightly sickening at first, it will soon blossom into a full-fledged puke-fest by all who are lucky enough to experience it's fragrant bouquet.

Small children will rush gleefully to play in the acidic water falling from the heavens; slightly burning and scarring their flesh with every drop. Birds and animals will drink long draughts from the fetid pools of water collecting in the gutters; forever altering their DNA and shortening their life spans.

Then the rain will fall a little harder; washing away the grime from a city untouched by water for 208 days to reveal the beauty and splendor of the graffiti covered buildings, cars, sidewalks, over-passes, and highways. It will also gently bathe the grimy barrels of the .38's, 9mm's, Uzi's and shotguns of the gang bangers to reveal their gleaming glory as they flash turf signs at each other; merrily firing away at whomever happens to be around.

And as the rain continues dropping it's life giving commodity, it will help to wash away the top soil with mud slides of biblical proportion, caused by the seasonal wild fires, to reveal the treasures of all the hidden bodies buried in shallow graves along the flowering hill sides, freeways and vacant lots throughout our glorious city.

Then, slowly, the gutters that have been backed-up for most of the year with trash, burst forth their effluence into the lovely waters of Santa Monica bay and reservoirs, giving new life to the many forms of E. coli, salmonella, necrotizing flesh eating bacteria and a host of others of God's many tiny creatures a chance to expand into the population; bringing their own brand of life to the many people who happen to drink tap water, or wade in the surf, for months to come.

Ah, yes, there's nothing like the rain in the big city.

 

All right Chris, I found your "rain ".
So what you're saying here is how much you love L.A.(?)
I'll be there in the a.m. for two days. Grew up there, and always thought of it as a good place to be from.

 

Not sure if you're joking Steven.
That is my own quote. Soon as I moved away, that's what I thought as I looked back.
Did someone else (more famous) say the same thing about L.A.?

 

The alter egos are keeping you guessing!

 

Nay lad. I created this idea, sent it on to Chris, who nixed it until I threatened to send Jack Bauer over for a visit , and so he posted it.
Now then, are we clear?

 

Just getting a laugh. I misread Chris as Chas.

 

@Steve,

I wrote it way back in April of '97. I was on a Board and a few people were bragging on how great their State was, so I just had to one up them. Also, as I didn't have too much adult supervision in my youth, nor the common sense God gave a Styrofoam cup, I had "adventures" (so to speak) that, even when cleaned up, aren't fit for this forum. Arie even nixed one I spent an hour editing to "make fit for human consumption ".

Steve, I've been called a lot of things in my life (and not quite a few unprintable) but I've never been called "chas "!!!

 

Right on Chris. If I was you I be so pis*ed at Steve right now.
Of all the nerve!

 

Who, my good man, is Chase?
It now appears that though Steve has some great computer knowledge, he's actually living in the Land of Confusion.
Or is Chase possibly Steve's alter ego?
So far it's making out to be a pretty strange new yr.

 

Who, my good man, is Chase?
It now appears that though Steve has some great computer knowledge, he's actually living in the Land of Confusion.
Or is Chase possibly Steve's alter ego?
So far it's making out to be a pretty strange new yr.

And That my friend is my final answer.

 

The only ban stick you've got is in the form of a stick of Ban roll on. And from what I've been hearing you need to stick real close to that stuff.

 

Going back to the original post, I have over the years enjoyed the beauty of refreshing rainstorms in Asia, but here in UK we seem to be afflicted with a miserable almost grudging cold drizzle that depresses you to your very soul, but I understand from reading John Steinbeck the rain you are talking about. But please where is the sunshine?

 

Moi?

 

Chris, I was just in L.A. for the past couple days, plenty of sunshine and man was it warm down there. 70 -72*, where here it's in the 50's. I took a jacket and never even needed it. You lucky dog you!

 

Hi chas,

Us LA-ians can always tell who's a tourist: When it's 50º and we're all bundled up in two pairs of thermal underwear, thermal socks, sheepskin lined jackets and a muffler, the tourists are the ones in Tshirts and shorts, sweating!

And as far as " . . . You lucky dog you! . . . ", uh, reread my post.

 

I was being sarcastic. Having grown up in L.A. I couldn't wait to leave. There's a lot of entertainment there, but also a lot of cra* and dirt.