Rain, rain GO AWAY!

The green blob in the top right hand corner is where I live. As of right now, it has rained for five days straight and they are predicting five more.

Monday I thought that perhaps I have Seasonal Affect Disorder. Then I realized, I simply do not like New Hampshire Fall weather. I don't like the continual rain. I don't like feeling damp. I don't like gray skies. I don't like dead leaves. I really don't like the dead, damp leaves sticking to me when I step out of my car.

Things I do particularly enjoy: Cookouts (that aren't rained out), cool nights under the stars (when they aren't obscured by insane cloud coverage), colorful leaves sweeping along the streets as I drive by (unless they are flooded out by the ongoing rainfall), games of frisbee in the park (that closes at dark which unfortunately is about an hour after I get off work), nightfall (as long as it hasn't appeared to be night time all freakin' day long), football (if I can occassionally step outside and breathe in the smells that are currently muffled by the twin sounds of plip and plop).

My conclusion is this. Summer was beautiful in NH. We had very favorable temps. In September, I left Manch-Vegas in such conditions. I flew South and spent ten days in outrageous heat, with the temp rising to 110 degrees more than once. I returned to my home on a day of drizzle, downpour, and dilapidating warmth. It was a shock to my system and I have yet to be recharged.

Since my house stands unharmed from the pools of liquid wrath falling from the skies, unlike many homes in my area, I have much to be thankful for. I am thankful for Southwest who provides inexpensive roundtrip flights to Florida. I am thankful for my mostly dry bedroom. I am thankful for trees of beauty and the river near my abode, usually blanketed by thick fog in the morning. I am thankful for summer. May it come quickly.