It's still raining.
And not, as Buddy sang, in my heart, either.
Although it's now Wednesday night, and the sun did seem to come out for "scant minutes" this is another storm, another deluge, and because the ground hasn't dried completely out from the last storm, well, what with the strong possibility of floods. I probably wish I didn't own a sports car right now. The last time this happened was when I was with Pat, and at least we had a Blazer then. The water in Long Beach got up to the tops of doorsteps in the middle of town by the airport. A few more millimeters and people's homes would start to flood. Cars were up to their door handles. And people died. But people love to talk about the weather. It's really the only thing people can't control. I was thinking of a poem title "Whether" as a play on words. As in "nobody really knows whether, they can really predict the weather."
Some whopper.
Reminds me of that time in Nantucket waiting for "Hurricane Floyd" except that was a romantic vacation and I didn't live there. My stuff is here.
It was nice for about an hour or so before lunch in Long Beach. The sun came out and I took my coat off when walking between the two buildings. The sky was blue.
But not for long.
Now it's not only gloomy gus, that was thunder, I think.