Let the Rain Come

Last night, I walked through San Francisco late at night, in a slow, quiet, steady rain, more of a late spring sort of rain than a winter rain. I wore a tuxedo and carried a black umbrella as I returned to my hotel, “bridesmaid” duties complete, dear friends Arin and Byrne married at long last.

This afternoon the rain in the East Bay was very strange and wonderful. Again, this was not winter rain: It fell softly out of a bright silver sky. It was Edenic. It was a beautiful frame for my friends as they begin their new life together.