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It's been raining here in the Bay Area for about two weeks now. While I was in Oklahoma over the holidays (which is apparently undergoing some sort of drought, interestingly enough), it continued raining. Now that I'm back it's still raining. Rain, rain, rain.

Last evening along Market St. it was raining just a tad over a drizzle - just enough that it was really unpleasant to be in. Once I got back to flata's place it started raining a lot more - we could hear the wind howling, and torrents of rain being slammed into the building by the wind, and huge roaring wave-like sounds as trucks fought their way through the nearly-flooded streets. This morning it returned to a drizzle, although they're saying we're due in for another storm tonight.

Apparently a number of rivers and creeks are in danger of flooding. This includes the San Francuisquito creek in Palo Alto, which is somewhat close to my apartment, but not close enough for me to be concerned about.

It all seems so strange and surreal to me - to be in a gigantic storm without worrying about lightning, or hail, or tornadoes. To think of the water as the biggest threat. That which threatens me is desperately needed right now in Oklahoma and in Texas where my relatives are themselves threatened by grassfires and drought.

But I'm sure I'm being melodramatic and it'll all make sense once I've had breakfast. There isn't much in nature to compete with the comfort of a warm bagel.

(no subject)

It's been raining here in the Bay Area for about two weeks now. While I was in Oklahoma over the holidays (which is apparently undergoing some sort of drought, interestingly enough), it continued raining. Now that I'm back it's still raining. Rain, rain, rain.

Last evening along Market St. it was raining just a tad over a drizzle - just enough that it was really unpleasant to be in. Once I got back to flata's place it started raining a lot more - we could hear the wind howling, and torrents of rain being slammed into the building by the wind, and huge roaring wave-like sounds as trucks fought their way through the nearly-flooded streets. This morning it returned to a drizzle, although they're saying we're due in for another storm tonight.

Apparently a number of rivers and creeks are in danger of flooding. This includes the San Francuisquito creek in Palo Alto, which is somewhat close to my apartment, but not close enough for me to be concerned about.

It all seems so strange and surreal to me - to be in a gigantic storm without worrying about lightning, or hail, or tornadoes. To think of the water as the biggest threat. That which threatens me is desperately needed right now in Oklahoma and in Texas where my relatives are themselves threatened by grassfires and drought.

But I'm sure I'm being melodramatic and it'll all make sense once I've had breakfast. There isn't much in nature to compete with the comfort of a warm bagel.