Rainiest July since 1921
The talk about the rain is becoming a downpour among us.
Since the beginning of July, and especially over the July 4 weekend and well into the second week of the month, the rain has been consistent – that is – consistently soaking us from day to day without end.
If this keeps up, meteorologists expect July to be the wettest month on record since 1921.
Massachusetts reservoirs are filled to the top.
Local flooding has become a daily occurrence.
The rain added to our totals by the remnants of the tropical storm that soaked us last week has added to rain misery now afflicting the region.
Canceled fireworks, outside parties, barbecues, and beach and boating excursions over the Fourth of July put a real damper on the summer, which has been either incredibly hot and humid and uncomfortable or frankly, pissing rain from day to day without end.
We should consider ourselves lucky.
In Las Vegas over the weekend, Saturday temperatures reached 117 degrees.
In Death Valley National Park, the temperature rose to 129 degrees on Saturday and Sunday registered 128!
So, let’s not complain too heartily about the heat in Massachusetts this July.
Monday’s downpours here followed by Tuesday’s clouds and Wednesday’s heat and humidity tells a far different story than out West, where California is in a drought rationing water, with an unmoving heatwave, and spawning giant rapidly spreading wildfires consuming hundreds of thousands of acres, all believed to be caused by climate change.
The grumbling about the summer of 2021 has begun in earnest.
It is not the summer we had been hoping for.
People who claim to remember last summer, the pandemic summer, claim the weather was much better than this summer.
The pandemic’s imposition on our lives was deadly and difficult.
This summer’s rain is another story.
The weather has been intemperate and mostly drab.
Still, it is the summer.
The rainfall has been heavy.
The past ten days have been miserable, for lack of a better summer term.
But thank God it is the summer – and we are, for now, free of the virus and the handcuffs it put on our lives and the grief and suffering it brought to so many.
A dozen inches of rain in July won’t ruin our world.
Nevertheless, we should all repeat the refrain: “Rain, rain go away. Come back again another day.”