let me give you an idea of how this will play out for the average angeleno, k?
day one: "omg i love, love, LOVE the rain! imma turn off my iphone, light a fire, mull some wine and stay under the covers all day, watching 'a charlie brown christmas' over and over again. yay! did i mention i LOVE the rain?
day two: "this rainy weather is awesome- i finally mastered that lemon-ginger phō recipe, baked two batches of macaroons that rival the ones my agent brought me back from ladurée in paris, and even made wheat and dairy-free, carob-date cookies for my gluten-intolerant vegan friend, willow. plus, the junk drawer is organized, my closet is color-coded. and my screenplay is almost finished! yay! rainy weather is nature's miracle gift!
day three: "kinda bummed that my 'power yoga in the park' class is canceled, and would love a REAL latte from intelligentsia to perk me up, but who wants to drive all the way across town in this weather? guess it's a sugar-free vanilla latte from coffee bean and tea leaf for me! this water from the sky stuff is getting a bit old, but we could use the water, i guess..."
day four: "today, it's nasty ol' half-block away starbucks- i almost got into three accidents on the way to the bean yesterday, because no one in LA knows how to freakin' drive in the rain! and don't get me started on my $85K miracle of german engineering, with the hard-top convertible option- that's one mother-flocking leaky german miracle! arrrgh! OVER IT!"
day five: STORMWATCH! MUDSLIDES! FLASHFLOODS! RAINMAGEDDON! this rain totally sucks- if i wanted to live somewhere all depressingly weathery and stuff, i'd live in some dreary foreign capital, like london or seattle. and if i don't get in a hike at runyon soon, i'm going to turn into a nasty old carb-faced monster. rain = fat. THIS IS MESSING UP MY PERFECT LIFE!
day six: in a fetal position, rocking in a dark corner, while softly sobbing, "ple-e-e-e-ase, make it s-s-s-top. i can't take it one more s-s-second- i beg you, bring my sunshine b-b-b-back... i'll do anything, ple-e-e-e--e-e-e-ase, make it go away..."
oh, and santa? if this doesn't stop by 4 pm on december 24th, christmas is officially canceled! i'm not kidding!