It's raining in Southern California

Yes, its raining in LA. It’s so dark during the day, the thunder wakes the kids up and we have to deal with leaks from a roof that needs to be repaired.

On Sunday, a loud rumble woke me up. Next thing I know, Jake is calling. So Donna went to sleep with him. Later, Bella shot up in bed and looked at the window and asked, “Was daaat?”

I said, “Rain” and she buried her face in my arm and said, “Old me, papa. Old me.” So I held her the whole night. Both of us had a bad night because when I took my hand off her back she noticed and said, “Old me.” It was very uncomfortable.

I love the rain. But I hate leaks in my house and car accidents on the freeway. I do love this song though…

“Raindrops are falling on my head” by BJ Thomas

Raindrops are falling on my head
and just like the guy who's feet are too big for his bed,
nothing seems to fit
those,
raindrops are falling on my head,they keep falling

so I just did me some talking to the sun,
and I said I didn't like the way he got things done,
sleeping on the job
those,
raindrops are falling on my head they keep falling

But there's one thing, I know
the blues they sent to meet me won't defeat me.
It won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red.
Crying's not for me, cause
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
because I'm free
nothing's worrying me

It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
crying 's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me