Raining

The rain is raining all around
It falls on field and tree
It rains on the umbrella here
And on the ships at sea
(ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON) I

didn’t know who wrote that poem so had to Google it - I learned it for a recital in the 2nd grade. At the time this was one of life’s biggest fetes. Every time the sky opens up, Stevenson’s words fill my head. It’s raining here in San Francisco and it feels like the streets and city are being washed clean. Driving through the tenderloin is a completely different experience as the streets are empty. Where did everyone go? Up and over Nob Hill on the slick streets.

The usual traffic is stopped in the streets and there are the usual double parked trolley cars and buses in the road to make an obstacle course. It seems like people particularly like the 2-lane streets for double parking. I must admit, I’m guilty of this too having run into Andrew’s this evening to get dinner and leaving my car, emergency lights flashing, double parked in front of another car in the bus stop. I justify it because it was right in front of a police car – so that must mean it’s ok. Right? Driving down Lombard is an eerie experience without people stopped on Lombard or getting out of tour buses getting ready to take pictures.

So here’s to lightening, and here’s to storms! And here’s to never letting SF fit into norms…