Rain
All it does is rain. Growing up in New York it never rained in the summer. We would have these long stretches of rainless days and night. The humidity would rise and the haze would thicken. It would be unbearable to move and to breathe. The weathermen would count the rainless days and tell us how much below average our rainfall was for the year. The grass turned brown and lakes started to dry up. It was an ugly time but once the sun set and you sat outside in the cooler night air everything was bearable again. Everything was bearable just for that moment because you knew in the morning the humidity and haze would surround you again.
Growing up I would watch the sky and wonder when a thunderstorm was coming. Every night I would hope their would be a thunderstorm. When the storm finally did arrive I would jump in bed, pull my curtains back, and watch all the rain and the lighting. I miss the old days and those summer droughts. All it does is rain now. This place just isn’t the same.
I am just a little nostalgic and annoyed. I have errands to run all day and don’t want to be leaping over puddles in SoHo.
