Talk About the Weather

And the sunless skies brought forth a relentless rain, sometimes in sweeping torrents. Mother Nature’s weeping.

They call this unwelcome disturbance a nor’easter up here because the winds come from the northeast shoving the clouds and rain toward land.

Nor’easters are nasty beasters. Never heard of em until I moved here from the south. In Florida we get violent thunderstorms that crack and boom with lightning displays that send shots of adrenalin through your heart. They pass as quickly as they come. If southern storms are full of range n anger, nor-easters are miserable and depressed; days and days of uncontrollable sobbing.

Yesterday, Cam and I watched the water level rise in the backyard. The creek that runs behind it was overflowing and inching closer and closer to our little home. Our well groomed weatherman said we received 6 ½” of rain in one day. That’s 2 inches more than what’s expected for the entire month of April (our soggiest month).

Our basement held up remarkably well. We did get some water through the walls, which pooled in a couple of areas, but nothing a few towels couldn’t handle. Not like our neighbor who got 4 inches of standing water.

Someone always has it worse, my friends. Like Kris, for example, who was stranded in Manhattan for hours because the tracks were underwater in the Bronx. I buzzed past the exact area of trouble this morning on the way into Manhattan. The tracks run parallel to the Bronx River Parkway about 50 yards away. The Parkway is still under a few feet of water, roped off so no cars could pass. That means the train tracks must be a few feet higher because we coasted right past. Or hydroplaned through it.