“How’s the weather?” It is one of the most
discussed subjects we talk about. At any time with anyone you can bring up the
weather and without offending politics or religion or family practices, a story
will arise about some weather occasion and the reaction.

The past couple of years I’ve had the time to
follow the local weather patterns. Most of the weather comes from the west or southwest.
If it comes from the west, it has to go over
the Appalachians Mountains before it gets to my burg. That usually softens the
impact. Then there is a curious route the weather takes. If there is a lot of
lightning, it goes to the south of me and follows the river. If there is a lot
of thunder, it goes north of me. If there is a high wind, well, I have a house
about eight feet to the west of me who absorbs the wind before it gets to me.
They even built a six-foot fence so the bushes don’t even get blown around. If
the rain is light, there are places in the yard where I don’t even get wet.
If the weather comes from the south, it usually
follows I-95 and brings the heat with it. These are usually the big rainstorms.
If the weather comes from the east, off the
ocean, it might be a hurricane. Luckily my burg is 100 miles inland from the
coast so much of power is blown out by the time it gets here.

Daily weather is just a mini-season change. We
appreciate the good days and complain about bad. We all share the weather and
should enjoy it. Watch the clouds roll by billow in their pure whiteness then
flatten their bottom with a soft grey before dumping water all over us.
That is how it has been for the past through
days to soak my jungle. Tomorrow the weather is supposed to clear up and the
sun will heat the yard into a sauna. Summer in the city and time to sweat;
weather I like it or not.
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Without cold iced tea, summer would be too much some days.
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