#tornado warnings

Seems it never rains in Southern California

Torrential downpours, window-rattling wind, tornado-warning and flood-warning alerts dinging on our phones non-stop … and that was just in our first 24 hours in L.A.

They’re calling it an “atmospheric river,” described on the Internet as “a narrow, powerful stream in the atmosphere, like a ‘river in the sky,’ transporting vast amounts of water vapor from the tropics towards the poles, acting as Earth's largest freshwater conveyor belt.”

Yep; that sounds about right.

But the kids promise that when the rain stops, it will have scrubbed L.A. of its smog and the air will be unusually fresh and clean.

Tornado Warnings

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