The Pali House hotel in Los Angeles California holds many memories for me, including a visit last summer with Little a., her BFF and Tio. That trip was sunny perfect California days. This trip was rainy. Each morning I would sit in the restaurant off the courtyard and listen to the rain fall while having my tea and catching up on correspondence. It felt like being home, known and comfortable. Those around me – as Californians are apt to do – complained of the rain. It was Oscar weekend – an inopportune time for downfalls. For me, it was just a perfect Spring storm.