The first time I saw rain in L.A. was on October 16th, 2004. I’d been here for almost five months. Of course, the rain started when I was dancing at the Decompression party in the Artists’ Quadrant, and I got drenched – but it was almost surreal, to have the rain transform downtown L.A.
Today, I was just leaving work in Beverly Hills when a few drops hit the windshield. Then a few more. Then it became a flattening downpour, huge drops pelting down. The gutters filled up. Small rivers appeared at the side of the road. A corner at National and Palms was submerged. I’m always amazed at the rain here, how it comes down too fast for the streets to adjust.
And on the way home, through Mar Vista, the sun broke through. And I looked up – and there it was. An actual, honest-to-goodness rainbow. A whole one, clearly defined vivid colors, stretching over the 405 as I looked east up Venice Boulevard. I was listening to a Vivaldi piece on the USC classical station, and it was just a perfect moment.
Was it just the Westsiders who got the rain and the rainbow, or was it across the city?