Rainy Day(s)

It has been raining in New York, non-stop, for the past 4 or so days. Yesterday morning, at about 7:30, there was a crack of thunder so startlingly loud that it woke me from a deep sleep and, excuse my language, scared the shit out of me. I'm not generally fearful of lightning and thunder, but this was just ridiculous. Along with the deafening thunder, the sound of the heavy rain pelting against my open window made me feel certain that my room was quickly filling up with water. Why did I leave that window open so wide!?

My room was not filling up with water. My blinds were barely even drizzled on. But in that discombobulated 7:30am moment, death by drowning seemed plausible.

This is a screenshot of the weather forecast for the next week. I took it with my phone about 10 minutes ago. It entails rain, clouds and oh, thunder storms. Fantastic. I'm so excited. The few days prior to this looked exactly the same. I wonder what the rest of next holds in store for us.

As luck would have it, I own a fabulous pair of Hunter Wellington rain boots. I adore these things and wear them often enough to have made them worth the $100 I spent on them. It rains and snows often in New York (if you're not familiar) so they come in handy. Usually, though, we don't get two weeks straight of rain. But, because we are in the midst of it right now, it should come as no surprise that my rain boots have been at BF's house (waaaaay out in Brooklyn) for all of it.

I'm at his house today for the first time in a couple of weeks. We usually opt for my apartment. (To avoid being waaaaay out in Brooklyn). And this is what my sad, lonely, dry, deprived of rain boots looked like this morning:

Sorry boots. But I promise with every ounce of my being that there is plenty of rain ahead in the next week. You shall be worn, and soaked until you make that little squeaky noise you so enjoy making.

Oh, what's that I hear?
Just the sound of the rain starting again.