Posted on September 21, 2007 in Weather
Netflix didn’t arrive today like it should have and the much touted early winter storm loiters off the coast. I should be delighting in the sound of rain breaking open the baked soil, freeing us from the scourge of drought. But even though water fell in Ventura — only 107 miles away — this morning, the sky remained clear for most of the day. The last I saw of the clouds, they appeared decidedly uninterested in pouring out their stock of rain. Just slat upon slat, leading endlessly to the silver-gold nothingness of the horizon. Our hope has been dashed. The morning will come and the pavement will be dry.
The sea only brings dead blue whales.