Yesterday it rained in San Francisco and for the first time in a very long time, I did nothing. I looked out the window and watched the clouds darken everything. I watched the rain stream down 2nd Avenue, carrying cigarette butts and nibblets of trash down towards the Park. And once it was raining good and hard, I put on my coat and hat and went for a walk. It felt good to have the rain on my face, it almost felt good when the rain slipped down the back of my neck, beneath my collar. It felt good to give up my day to the rain. That doesn't happen enough in California.