It rained today. In my house, every time it rains it sounds like hail battering a tin can. My dog is afraid of the rain. It sounds like the end of the world and it feels wet. Whenever he gets wet, he grinds his little body into sand, towels, carpets or poop grass—because filthy is better than wet.
View west from Barnsdall Park
Cirrus clouds over East West Bank
Mackerel sunset across the street