There is an old Irish proverb that states, “May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields,” but goddamn, the rain was not falling soft last week. I have not seen it rain that hard in Southern California since Obama was in office. Ah, those were the good ol’ days. I’m a bit of a sentimental fellow, and when rain like that starts to come down, my soul calls out for a few simple pleasures. Tomato bisque with grilled cheese, for example.