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? Coming down in buckets.
California Governor Jerry Brown can get ahold of me through our humble host. With my Big Medicine, I would make Palm Springs into the Louisiana Bayou in a month.