It's Raining

I'm in Fresno, CA and I didn't know that a day could be so beautiful here too. It's raining. Beautiful. This is my first blog.

I used to think that blogs are a waste of time -it's like a diary except that you don't confide your craziest, wildest thoughts on the world wide web. Audience fear. I think reading blogs is sometimes as useless as writing them and yet there are some blogs I would've loved to read. What if, for instance, Ayn Rand or Winston Churchill or Rajiv Gandhi had left a blog for posterity. But more importantly, what if someone from 1930 or 1940 had left something ordinary for us to read, just like that. Now that is something I'd love to have at my disposal. The thoughts of a regular guy or gal in 1940.

It stopped raining. The sun is out now. There should be a rainbow in the sky somewhere for me to wish upon.