It's raining in Newport Beach. It's July. According to my best calculations, summer started about 2 weeks ago after a miserable spring and horribly gloomy May and June.
At the car wash the other day a gentlemen was ranting about how our weather (read lack of summer and gray skies) is going to last for 20 years. Twenty years. "I'm not sticking around." He looked over at my convertible as the laborers dried and polished the shiny red pain. "Nice care." I nodded and explained I'd owned since high-school. "Twenty years," he repeated. "Car like that deserves sunshine."
HE continued to ramble about weather patterns and a program he saw that led him to believe Southern California's sunshine hey days are behind. I laughed and prophesied that Seattle's recourse was coming. That is, Southern California and Seattle's weather gets flipped. For twenty years. We get the grey and rainy skies. They get the sunshine.
Payback is a bitch, so they say. Sitting here in my office listening to the rain and watching it fall -- rather pour -- from the sky. This is highly unusual. But it's cool.
Still I wonder. What happened to summer?
Looking For The Summer
Look deep into the April face
A change is clearly taking place
Looking for the summer
The eyes take on a certain gaze
And leave behind the springtime days
Go looking for the summer
This ain't no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you knew so well
Go looking for the summer
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so
Looking for the summer
Remember love how it was the same
We scratched and hurt each other's growing pains
We were looking for the summer
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away
I'm still looking, looking for the summer - Chris Rea -
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