Picture this.... April rain. April rain heavy. April rain bulky. April Snow. The garden apprentice from Tinseltown gasps. Eyes wide. It is her first snow. Before this, white April had only been a dream. As she dashes for the door she slips on the kitchen floor already muddy from the rainy night before. She giggles with glee, excited about the plump snowflakes and rattled from her near fall. Outside the snowflakes fall thick on our hair, dazzling our smiles. Down south, in her hometown, Los Angeles is shriveling like a stale plum. But for a moment the bald snowpacks and empty aquifers are forgotten, and we could be elves, feeling wonderful in a wonderland. Twenty minutes later the snow is gone and the dream is over.