"Now?!"said the others. Yes now. My life doesn't end when it rains. Rain is life. I pulled up to the gym to see people running crouched over with hands above their heads as if eggs were falling from the sky. People never looked like that in DC. California has a special look. It's called the raining chicken run.
Pouring rain, a soy Joy misto, and a little Josh Radin.
Bring it on. I'm smiling.