The big wet

Anticipation has been fever pitch . 24 hour reporting , journalists positioned along the northern beachside suburbs ……., waiting . It’s been comical , Santa has arrived if you’re a meteorologist. It’s taken the relentless investigation into the Trump Russia probe , the Trump Stormy Daniels affair , the Trump sacking of yet more senior staff , the Trump border wall, the Trump v California anything war and ah shit where was I ? Ok I’m laughing now . You guys voted him in!! For the last 5 days we’ve been on count down as a deep Pacific low pressure system slowly spins into the West Coast of America . An atmospheric river is the term used as this low pumps a stream of rain laden clouds into Los Angeles. Anything from 2 to 5 inches and in some parts up to 10 inches of rain have been predicted . It’s grey , cold , still ,but yet no serious rain . We had an hour of drizzle to light stuff , now it’s gone . We have news around the clock over here . It’s the lead story ,mid story and end story . The meteorologists are actually opening up the the hourly program .Thing is , we are nearly into day 3 and it still hasn’t happened . We just want it to goddam rain , the pressure is building . It’s the only thing anyone is talking about . Please come and put us out of our misery . It was whilst surfing today I saw the build up from another perspective. Conditions are still small but the ocean has become an eerie sheet of metal , disappearing into a murky horizon . We know you’re out there , your practically on top of us , stalled at our door step . I’m out my by myself in front of a man made rock wall in front of the chevron petro chemical plant . It’s always quiet down this end , I think the ugliness keeps the crowds down . You see things out here that others don’t . Today it’s my old mate , haven’t seen him since before Christmas . He’s got a new bike , acquired somehow . His burnt red brown skin covered up with long sleeves , but I know his face . No one can see him but me . He’s navigated down the rock wall and stuffed his yellow bike in between the boulders . The few people on the strand still game enough to brave these beautiful, still and grey conditions glide by , oblivious to old mate just below . He then tucks himself behind the boulders , placing pieces of plastic over the gaps . It’s time to wait …. I’m hoping he’s got a nice bottle of $5 vodka to see him through . Yeah , now I’m seeing another side of this rain dance …,…. it’s not good for everyone.