The weather during this past month of June has been weird.  Rain, sun, heat, mild-- we've had everything.

When I looked out one of the windows in our office in Brentwood before I was about to leave for the day, I was dismayed to see serious-looking storm clouds east of us, headed right in our direction. Yikes.  My car got hit the last time I drove in Brentwood in the rain.

I got to my car, slowly pulled into the traffic on San Vicente and settled in for the long commute home just as the mega-sized rain drops started to hit my windshield.  Rolling down my window in an effort to enjoy the rain, I felt a blast of muggy heat hit my face (it was 84 degrees, according to the weather app on my phone, which I checked while parked).  Not the brisk air I was expecting!

Then I got a hit of the foul-smelling, electricity-charged air.  I can only describe it as the same smell I remember my hand smelling like after I rifled through the bottom of my moms unlined leather purse looking for gum and only coming up with old pennies, unwrapped Certs and leaky ball point pens when I was a kid.

That's exactly what the air smelled like.

I rolled-up my window and hit the a/c.

Welcome to Southern California.