Okay, I know it’s rain, but we haven’t seen it in San Diego for months. I don’t call that misty, drizzle stuff rain. This rain makes a sound when it hits the ground and thunder is rumbling in the background.  It’s an event, people.  Above is the prefrontal storm sunset from last night. My husband is convinced people never get sick of sunset pictures so here is another one. Russ loves rainy days and watches the weather for days, preparing for the big event. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve dragged all the cushions and rugs from outside into the garage for a false alarm. But not today. Luckily, the dogs got walked before the rain started up again. My dogs don’t do rain. Texas Jones hates water of any kind. One of his many nicknames is Dirt Burger. You wash him and he finds something stinky to rub in ASAP. And the funny thing is, we washed him yesterday. Is it like when it rains the day after you wash your car?