It’s wet in LA. Which seems to have taken the city by surprise. Stores are closed, highways are flooded, old women cower in the corners of their earthquake-proofed homes. Yet I’m oddly happy. Too many sunny days uninterrupted have grated on me as much as too many days of dark drizzle would have, and today there’s something oddly pleasant about sitting inside, watching the clouds through the windows, and listening to the gentle ratt-a-tat-tat of raindrops on the roof.