Los Angeles finally enjoyed a rare episode of rain last night. Around 9pm, as Plumster was snuggling down for the night, we heard: “da–da–da–“.
Plum: Mommy, what’s that sound?
Me, listening intently, trying to decipher the sound: Humm… OH! Baby, it’s RAINING outside!!
Plum: It’s raining?
She listened for awhile and: How is that the sound of rain?
Me: I think the rain drops are falling on the tin cans we have outside. That’s the sound the rain drops make when it hits metal.
Just a couple of months ago, Plum was explaining to me how the number Pi was derived; and here I was, explaining to her that the mysterious sound she heard outside was the rain. Note, this is the year 2015, in Southern California.
I suppose it’s been awhile…