When it rains, it never pours.

I really wish it would rain, when it rains in Los Angeles. Something magical happens. Everything turns gray, everything turns wet and reflective. Everyone is nicer, and life slows down.
I love it when it rains. I love the gray overcast, I love the way the streets look, I love the cold breeze, the way my shoes slip on the pavement. I love how the weather forecasters over react, as if it was a hurricane. (Give them a break, they only see rain once in a few months.) You know what I love best? Knowing that Christmas is close. The best feeling, ever.
Every morning, the sky tease me. With it's "early morning gray overcast" only to fade away by noon. Maybe tomorrow it will rain?
I sure hope so.
LAX Comic Progress:
Title: "Beautifully Strange" Part 2
Run Time: (est) 45:00 seconds
Percent Done: 0%
I have made nothing for the next installment of Beautifully Strange, I have yet to plan it out, I have yet to draw anything. Hopefully I get more ideas latter this week.