It rained. In June. It rained in June in the midst of an epic drought. And while a day of sprinkles doesn't add up to, well, anything at all, I keep thinking about Bill Murray's line at the end of "Groundhog Day" -- different is good.
And then last night, just as the sun set, a rainbow so wide you couldn't catch it all in one frame. It spanned the Pacific, doubled up a few times, lifted from the water to the east, dropped into the waves in the west.
Depending on who was speaking and where their travels have taken them, people said the weather felt like Hawaii, or Baja, or Key West, or the Virgin Islands. The common thread in each conversation? "Oh thank goodness."