I know this may be a controversial statement, especially given the horrid winter the majority of the country has experienced this year, but as a southern Californian I crave weather. It’s so rare here, particularly these past couple of years as we are stuck in this tremendous drought. We get a sprinkle here, a mist there, but never anything significant. Every day it’s blue bird skies. It’s like being sentenced to eating nothing but vanilla ice cream for life because Ben & Jerry’s won’t deliver. Today I was reaching into my LA archives looking for some weather and came across this shot from a particularly awesome day in 2012. It was pouring rain all day and I went up to a favorite lookout at Griffith Park to watch the break. What I saw was remarkable. Instead of broken clouds rolling out, as is normally the case here, this very defined, giant wall in the sky pushed through as if it were a freight train, undulating like a heavily breathing beast. I was transported to the midwest for a second because this was very un-LA. I’m glad I have this to look back on and remember because the forecast here for tomorrow, March 12, is 90 degrees!!