It Sometimes Rains in Southern California

I‘ve heard that it was at about the end of February when it rained the last time. --- SPLASH! All of a sudden South California is busy to search for umbrellas. Found it, unfold it because here it is, "Here Comes The Rain Again" like Eurythmics sang. On my way back home I watch an elderly man at his front yard. Seems like he missed rain, like he has been waiting for a long, long while. As he senses me, his eyes seem to ask "Have You Ever Seen The Rain?’ --- I cross 11th street, watching a little boy. Four, five years old, the host in his right, a little light blue Goofy-umbrella in his left hand. South Californians are used to water their plants. It’s bizarre. It was only last week when I thought that it’s true, it “Never Rains In Southern California". It’s just nine weeks ago that I moved here from Hamburg, North Germany. I KNOW rain. I know how it feels when it starts raining and just doesn’t stop for weeks. It’s the main reason why I moved to L.A. because “I can’t stand the rain” like Tina Turner once said. Now it’s time to think it all over. Hey, can somebody hear me? “Raindrops Keep Fallin On My Head”. It’s just not fair! "Why Does It Always Rain On Me?"