I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of this gloomy, wet, rainy weather. I wish the clouds would break for just a day to give us some relief.
I think we’re being cheated out of summer days. It seems if only there was a huge break in the clouds, we could finally kick off Summer 2013 with a bang.
While this past weekend was suppose to be the “start of summer” with Memorial Day and graduation happenings, it felt more like we were celebrating outside in the middle of March.
I feel bad for the PHS graduates who were rained out of the annual commencement on the football field, and for those who planned outdoor barbecues and get- togethers.
I sat outside at a graduation party in Zearing Park this Saturday and nearly froze to the bone. The rain was dripping and splattering; the picnic tables were damp; and the hostess of the party was a little less than impressed. Old grandmas were bundled under one blanket; a couple kids wore stocking caps; and as I shivered in my layers, I felt angered and annoyed that this is the May weather we got this year.
Memorial Day weekend just didn’t feel the same without the sun. Our pool hasn’t been used; my mom’s flowers were shriveled and cold; and we ate our annual barbecue indoors as we listened to raindrops on the roof.
Looking out as the puddles grew larger, I couldn’t help but feel for those who were hoping and praying for a dry basement in the morning. With the recent flooding, I know a lot of residents are scarred from the harm their soaked homes caused. This rain has surely put a damper on things.
I sometimes enjoy a good, hard thunderstorm, especially at night when my bedroom window is cracked. But lately, I’ve been wishing for crickets and fireflies at the window.
I usually like to put on a good thriller movie on a gloomy day, but I truly believe I’m running out of recommended selections to choose from on my Netflix account. I’m eager to wear my flip-flops and shorts once again, but the lingering 60-degree weather has me still living in long pants and heavy T-shirts.
I crave driving will my sunroof open, but that option is obviously out of the question. I’m dying to take a swim in the pool, but I’m convinced the water temperature hasn’t even reached 50 degrees.
When I look around, I know this gloom has an effect on everyone. I see sleepy eyes and drooping heads and hear sniffles from runny noses. Everyone looks as if they want to take a nap and bundle up a little bit tighter in their rain jackets.
Looking at my weather app on my phone, it shows thunderbolts and rain for the next several days. Will we ever see sun again?
I scroll through my Facebook newsfeed and see people’s statuses read, “I’m going to go build an ark,” “Will it ever stop” and “Not a thunderstorm fan tonight.”
When I’m at the gas pump, I hear strangers say “Looks like were getting more rain today. We don’t need it.”
As my grandma would say, “Mr. Sun? Where are you Mr. Sun?”
BCR Staff Writer Goldie Currie can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.