This is what I Googled today.
For the last couple of weeks, the humidity has been palpable. Just last week, a light rain fell along the coastline. On Friday I went for a walk under the drizzle, expecting a downpour. But the raindrops evaporated as quickly as they pattered onto the pavement.
Hot summer rain is odd, yet refreshing. Heat seems to rise from the steaming black asphalt. Against the pale overcast sky, colors become brighter, richer. Green bushes and trees turn emerald and mint. Even the most minute details, such as a spider’s web, transform to delicate beds of water droplets.
As I drive on the highways heading into East County, I notice signs warning us to conserve water — “Severe Drought.” No kidding.
A few days ago, I met a lady who told me that we’re supposed to have torrential rain within the next week or two because of a monsoon. All the weather forecasts neglected to tell me that, but I can only hope that it’s true.
I wish it would rain in San Diego again. A hot August rain. We need it more than ever.
If anyone knows how to conjure incantations designed to bring about rainfall, it’s the British. (Got to love them for that.) Their country is only too familiar with torrential downpours, misty mountain tops, and stormswept moors made infamous in Gothic novels. So I turn to their music now, hoping it will put me in the mood for darkening skies and chilly nights.
The whole Disintegration album by the Cure sounds like rushing water. Waves of sound mimicking waves of water.
Here’s my make-it-rain playlist:
- “Prayers For Rain” – The Cure
- “Red Rain” – Peter Gabriel
- “I Wish It Would Rain Down” – Phil Collins (Oh, I wish it would, too, Phil.)
- “Here Comes the Rain Again” – The Eurythmics
- “Only Happy When It Rains” – Garbage
- “Rain” – The Beatles
- “Spring Haze” – Tori Amos (Okay, not really about rain, but I’ll take dewy haze over this heat right now. And she’s an American, but she married a Brit and she lives in Cornwall, so… she’s part of the UK fold now. Lucky lady.)