Rainy days are the ideal audition day for LA. That’s when she can pout and brood before the cameras of our eyes. Oscar-worthy moments when she can clinch her fists, gnash her teeth, channel Brando and Joan Crawford. Thunderous hysterics making dogs howl and mountains wither into mudslides. But LA knows we prefer swimsuits to raincoats, sunny days to storm surges. So she saves her moody auditions for those rare days when she can menace like Elizabeth Taylor in “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” Magic decibel movie moments when she can let out a shrill, resounding cry shattering the good crystal into sparkling raindrops.