By kiki
Woke up this morning to the beautiful sound of raindrops. We in Southern California don't get to see much rain, not in the recent past. The last 5 years have been arid, so we celebrate when it rains.
We listen to beautiful music, and the women will make some albondigas or cocido with homemade tortillas. And while grandma is making tortillas, grandpa will be sitting by the fireplace sipping on a brandy while telling lies to the grandkids about how he rode with Poncho Villa.
Young lovers with raindrops falling on them will go window shopping on Whittier Blvd or maybe go downtown to peek into the store's windows on Broadway Street. Afterward's, perhaps they'll stop at Clifton's Cafeteria at 7th and Broadway for a late dinner.
The rains bring joy, and it makes a house a home again!!
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