LA needs rain, and could use some soap, too

There's a place in a suburb of my hometown that was a hilltop housing development three years ago, with only one completed home and one under construction. It had a great view. My wife and I saved the location in our GPS as "Anal Point" (Family Guy reference). I wish we could visit it together one more time. We lived the last 3 years of her life in Los Angeles, and after she died, I returned to my hometown. She came back, too, but as a corpse. She and I will never go and see the view from Anal Point together again. Plus, by now, I'm sure the rich people's houses have spoiled the view. She died in LA.

We used to go on drives in our hometown together all the time (which is how we discovered Anal Point in the first place). It's hard to find a road here that doesn't bring me back to those drives. These streets were ours. Not the stupid LA, half-hour-to-drive-five-miles streets. I'm mad at LA now. You could say I'm looking to place blame, but that city is guilty as hell.

LA is sunny all the time. My wife and I are rain-and-cloud people. When it does rain in LA, it churns up all the pollution and smells like feet. The clouds are only smog. Perhaps the decision to move there was...misguided? We were chasing dreams, what can I say? But she'll never see her hometown again, the streets, the hills, the lakes, the rivers. Have you seen what LA calls a river? It's a freakin' concrete tunnel. No water. Google it.