We were desperate for rain.  The ground was dry two feet down.  No substantial rain here for the last three weeks.  It was sposta rain last night and this morning, but I woke up to clear skies and sunshine.  Another day of hot sun would about finish my back lawn, already reeling from winter kill over half of it.
So I did what I knew I needed to do.  I washed my car, AND I watered the lawn. And painted the fence.
The result? Â Coming down in buckets.
California Governor Jerry Brown can get ahold of me through our humble host. Â With my Big Medicine, I would make Palm Springs into the Louisiana Bayou in a month.

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