Like living in Camelot, residents of Southern California (myself included) get to bask in the wonderment of perfect weather most of the time. So when the rain comes, it is truly a holy interruption if we allow it to wash over us with that attitude in mind. I especially enjoy walking in the rain on the beach. A type of hush comes over me and I feel baptized by God’s creation. After the rain, the birds sing out their hallelujahs, lifting my drooping spirit once again to the simplicity of God’s ubiquitous PRESENCE, so often taken for granted on a rainy day.