Preamble

I’m genuinely envious of my friends and relatives in southern Nigeria every time they complain about the daily rain. I understand what that feels like, and I miss the rain so much. I grew up experiencing both rain and sunshine. When I talk about rainfall or sunshine, I mean the weather conditions that can be extreme. Heavy rains can flood the streets, and we can store a lot of water for future use.

Morning rain in LA

All-day rain in Los Angeles, a rare event—the first in many months, if not this year—can be quite exhilarating. Today has been one of those uncommon, slow days—the kind that makes you want to stay inside, listen to the rain hitting the paved platform outside, and do nothing in particular.

You know, just like I mentioned in my blog while living in Albuquerque, morning rainfall is the perfect excuse to do nothing. Recently, I’ve been encouraging myself to be lazy sometimes—not to want to do anything but get bored, not to work, not to plan, not to be perfect, not to create. Just be okay sitting and idling, watching movies, or reading a book. Yes.

After what feels like a long stretch of sunshine during the summer months, this is the first real rain since early 2026. The streets seem quieter, the air feels different, and somehow everything has slowed down—maybe because it’s Sunday. For once this summer, LA is giving me a natural excuse to switch off all the lights (internal and external, literally) and just chill—and honestly, I’m enjoying every bit of it.

As I write this, it’s raining outside, but not like the Nigerian rain anyway, and I’m planning to buy some raincoats for school and dust off my umbrella for the upcoming season. I can’t believe summer is almost over. Well, I’d better get the blankets ready; it’s going to be a chilly evening tonight and in the fall quarter.