So, I just looked out the front door and noticed that my car was wet, the sidewalk was wet, and water was all over my porch. I wondered for a moment if my sprinklers had misfired or someone was playing with my hose, still attached to the front spigot.
The sky was clear; I went to the backyard — which was also wet. Then a drop of rain fell on me. And another. I looked up to see one dark cloud, just over my house. Yes, for a few moments, there was rain in July in San Jose. And after the brief — I hesitate to call it a shower — that old familiar scent of summer rain is in the air.
