It rained today. The obvious response — so the fuck what?

Yeah, I would have thought so too. Only in my largely glass box of a workplace, well more stable than a glass box (I fucking hope ‘cuz it’s on a fault line) but all windowed out, any way you can like see the weather. It’s getting grayer and grayer all day, and then someone exclaimed, no shit, I mean “exclaimed,” like yelled out, “IT’S RAINING.” Kind of like it should have been raining frogs or blood or something cool like that.

And, people are commenting on the sound and that there was lightening, and when there was thunder someone else piped up, “Hey, was that thunder?” The person all concerned sounding about the goddamn thunder once lived and worked and hung out and breathed in the old People’s Republic of Cambridge, replete with New England weather. I know, because we talked about it.

Get a hold of yourself, woman, I know you’ve heard thunder before.

I’m thinking, “Jesus Fucking Christ, why is this news?” And, someone else tells me that sometimes when there’s lightening it gets reported on the actual, broadcast media, you know, like it’s news.

Rain. Thunder. Lightening. OOOOHHHH-WOAHHHH, I’m scared. Oh wait a minute, step back, these things are not serious weather threats.

Then, the fucking lights went out in our building.

Not our computers, mind you, because this building is one mother-fucking state of the art structure, so there is redundancy and backup generators and mechanical whirligigs and doodads and woohas to keep the place running in an actual emergency. Not just for when the lights go out, because why? Because it’s raining.

Sad, wimpy California. I am so going down when the earth quakes.