I woke up this morning to a low, rumbling noise. It's funny when you're in the suburbs, how everything else out there doesn't quite connect. I eventually waddled down the stairs and made myself a bowl of oatmeal which I ate in the backyard, looking out over the grey-enshrouded Pacific Ocean. That's when I realized what I'd been hearing all morning was a thunderstorm, hitting right over the water and moving northeast. So I hopped on my bike, rode out to the hills and waited to catch this. It just started raining over my house.