Late last week it started to rain.
It rained for several days. This was a good thing — we’ve had a bit of a drought here in Maryland this summer. The reservoir has fallen a good fifteen feet or more. The newspapers run stories about homes without water.
And the temperatures fell. The middle of last week the temperatures were hovering around the mid-nineties. As the rain fell, temperatures fell into the sixties.
As late as Wednesday, our high temperature was around sixty-five.
Sixty-five degrees. In August.
It was foggy. It was soppy. Hard rains fell. Soft rains fell.
And then, Thursday, the clouds broke. The temperature hit the mid-seventies.
Mid-nineties again. Incredibly humid. We live in a sodding jungle. A minute outside takes one’s breath away.
I miss the rains down in Africa.
Oh, sorry. I’m channelling Toto there.