For the past 24 hours I’ve been treated to a deluge of epic proportions, and from the look of the radar, there’s no end in sight. Flood warnings, traffic accidents, and dogs who refuse to go outside to do their business are all par for the course. Somehow even the open spaces feel claustrophobic.
Construction workers have been driven indoors, sporting events have been cancelled, and there’s a sense of restlessness throughout the city, a feeling of nervous energy that cannot be discharged. Everyone is waiting, postponing, rescheduling and sleeping in. Rush hour is less rushed, but not for lack of trying. TV weathermen are looking rather nervous, as if they expect people to hold them responsible.
I can’t imagine living in an area where this type of weather is the norm. I suspect that somewhere out there there’s a study of such places that indicates higher instances of depression, suicide, and violent crime. It kind of feels as if the planet is trying to hold you back, and it makes you jittery. People get rattled when their routines are disrupted.
On the other hand, since this is surely just a passing phase for my city, I’m enjoying the fact that I am sleeping much more soundly, breathing much better, not experiencing any allergies, and reveling in the concept that everything feels so clean.
Sometimes you just need a good deluge to wash away all the residue in your life.
The View from a Drawbridge 
Build an ark… now… I will send the instructions… do you know how big a cubit is?
I’ll have to consult my reference manual. 🙂
It is somewhere between a yard and a foot… or a fathom and a nonce.
Well, I’ll do what I do when following a recipe when I know I’m eating for one: divide all the measurements into bite sized pieces. It will be a one person, two dog ark. Let everyone else fend for themselves.
What about the animals?
Must I be responsible for everybody? Tsk.
You like animals…
Well, my dogs would definitely come with, but I think they’d be jealous if I started herding other stuff into our space.
We’re in for a deluge here today, too. I love the aftermath, just not the actual getting wet part. Everything smells so clean and new after a good storm…
I love that, too. 🙂
Last night I was with my Mom and she said, “Look the moon is waning!” I said, “Feels pretty dry. Doesn’t feel like it’s raining!”
Yup, been there, all that rain is cause for the roofers and detailers and landscapers to re-invent their work.
Glad you can sleep and breath better…
Thanks. My ex is a roofing contractor. He used to hate being cooped up and unable to make money.
It is a real pain!
The Pacific Northwest, where it’s often overcast & raining, has the highest suicide rate in the country. So you are absolutely right! And in Denver where we average 300+ days of sunshine a year, people are notably cranky after just one day of overcast weather. It’s funny how it works!
How easily we’re influenced…
I do believe it is time to change the State of Florida’s name from The Sunshine State to…
That’s for sure. Sunshine State is just to attract tourists.