Strange weather brings strange emotions. Earlier in the season our summer intern from Minnesota asked me what I hear each summer from those visiting California for the first time: "Is it always brown here?" This year we are down, alot, from our normal rainfall. In fact with raining season over and long gone, we are only at about 60% of where we should be. I informed said intern that rain stopped a few months ago and it doesn't rain in the summertime here. "Never?" she said. "Never, ever, never, wouldn't happen," I replied. Not 6 weeks later the weatherman 60 minutes north of here said to expect thunderstorms that night. The nerve of him - what kind of fool did he take us for? Rain, in Northern California? In JULY?!?! He's crazy. The next morning I looked outside and sure enough my patio was dry as a bone. I left out the front door and there was my car, waterspotted. Flabbergasted, that's what I was.
This morning the weatherman mentioned rain again. I doubted him, though not completely. It's been dry and hot, in the low 80's for 2 weeks straight now. By 12 noon I walked in to bossmans office and saw through his window: the ground outside was dark gray. Not shiny and wet like we'd had actual rain, but dark gray as if drizzle had hit the floor. I walked outside to lunch on the patio and a few very tiny drops landed on my face and then stopped. In true Northern Cali style, I ate outside alone under the overhang as not one person would venture outside in "the rain." (it was completely dry under the wisteria covered patio cover) I swear if their is moisture in the air, these people lose all mental capabilities and fear the water - I've never seen anything like it. They are suddenly unable to drive offensively or defensively and surely you would never see anyone walking in the rain voluntarily, and if they were in the rain they definitely would not enjoy it. Crazy madness, I tell you.
This humidity has brought to me a melancholy mood. It's warm and yet cool in the air. I am quiet, retrospective, peaceful and yet internally troubled.
This morning the weatherman mentioned rain again. I doubted him, though not completely. It's been dry and hot, in the low 80's for 2 weeks straight now. By 12 noon I walked in to bossmans office and saw through his window: the ground outside was dark gray. Not shiny and wet like we'd had actual rain, but dark gray as if drizzle had hit the floor. I walked outside to lunch on the patio and a few very tiny drops landed on my face and then stopped. In true Northern Cali style, I ate outside alone under the overhang as not one person would venture outside in "the rain." (it was completely dry under the wisteria covered patio cover) I swear if their is moisture in the air, these people lose all mental capabilities and fear the water - I've never seen anything like it. They are suddenly unable to drive offensively or defensively and surely you would never see anyone walking in the rain voluntarily, and if they were in the rain they definitely would not enjoy it. Crazy madness, I tell you.
This humidity has brought to me a melancholy mood. It's warm and yet cool in the air. I am quiet, retrospective, peaceful and yet internally troubled.
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