Spiradic Nomadic

Los Angeles is a terrible place. Can we all agree on that? It's hot, crowded, dirty, and most days, it's an unforgiving urban playground. But something... magical happens here when it rains. It could be that everyone is afraid to drive in such conditions, or it could be the open sky, but once it begins pouring, the city is so much larger. Less crowded. Beautiful. The vegetation thrives. The city gets cleaned. Lord, I love the smell of rain. It's the Twenty Second of September already. Already. In a few months, it'll be a new year. It feels about time. I'm ready for new adventures.