Today I woke up to rain. Or, at the very least, an excuse for rain in this drought-ridden California. Light drops fell in a hazy sheet from the gray sky, dirt turning dark and vibrant. It didn’t last long, but for those few hours I was transported to a different time and place. I left dry California summer and entered winter some place where water swells and falls. Maybe I just moved through time, forward to the coming wet season or backward to the 10 days of December rain that refreshed then abandoned our perpetually golden state. Either way, it was a welcomed transformation to sip tea in the darkened house and watch the windows grow wet and fogged, to hear an unfamiliar sound and let it take me far away.