Another soggy day in paradise

It’s June and it’s raining- we have yet to string enough good weather days together this year to make it feel like we’ve actually had a spring and here it is coming to a close.

I was awakened at 5am today – the sound of a honking goose party roused me from sleep like an annoying call-of-the-wild alarm clock. I wasn’t pleased. Enough light was streaming between the slats of the bedroom blinds to confirm another dull and rainy day was dawning and I was awake enough to realize I was going to witness every soggy minute of it. I’m weary of the weather.

I remember other springs like this – days spent huddled inside wondering whether to turn the furnace back on or light a fire in the fireplace. But I also remember springs where people had already cooled off their sunburns a couple of times before the month June even arrived.

I don’t doubt for a second that global warming is a real thing and it scares the hell out of me but these days I find myself wishing this part of the globe would warm just a little.

The weather is always a topic of conversation here on the coast. We are either cursing the rain or praying for it. Rain is always on the tip of our tongues. Our front hall closet is bursting with rain jackets; lined ones for winter, wind proof ones for spring and fall and light hooded numbers for summer. We have a selection of fashionable gortex for every season.

I know I really shouldn’t complain so I shall stop the compulsion right now – there are places on the planet where they are crying for rain. I think I’m just cranky this morning. Today I will blame this mood on those honking geese and give the weather a break.