.: So the rain accompanied my to and my fro today; ushering a vast, beautiful frozen motion on the 805, as clouds of dense moisture rose from the drops’ millionfold explosions on the pavement, up and around and engulfing the SUVs, the trucks, the little Minis; lights were fractured from cubist lenses– it was a stunning display. Despite my lateness, and overall rushedness, I had to just laugh and let go, heaving a catharitc, and mirthful, sigh, and going limp in the hands of destiny (as Fay Ray in the hands of King Kong). It is a day of many miracles when it rains in San Diego, and I’ve seen a few– but I am on the lookout for more. The rain always makes me think of the chidhood rhyme, “Rain, rain, go away…”, but now in my media-saturated old age I move quickly in thought to that more recent A Perfect Circle song– oh, I can’t remember the title but it goes “Angel, angel, go away/Come again some other day/Devil’s got my ear today/I won’t hear a word you’ll say…”