It has been raining for almost an entire week. The rain literally looks like the heavens have decided to dump buckets of water on us. Even the news has reported flooding in nearby towns. Watching the report of a man canoeing down the main road, I wonder if I too should buy a canoe.
Through the open windows, I hear a tumultuous Boom followed crisp Snap. Lightning has struck a nearby tree. Since it was so hot earlier in the day, I had opened all of the windows in the house. I now clamor over furniture to close all those windows. Only the sliding door leading to the backyard remains. I can feel the humidity building in the house. Perhaps I could leave this door open just a crack. As I fiddle with the door, droplets of rain bombard my face. Has the rain turned to hail? No. Instead, the wind has picked up, causing the water droplets to accelerate towards the patio. I slam the door shut, almost derailing it in my haste. On the other side of the glass, it looks like Armageddon, only the fire and brimstone has been replaced with howling wind and supersonic rain. I can no longer make out individual droplets. Terrific, just terrific. What a great way to spend the summer.
In my lifetime, I have had the opportunity to live in both Boulder and Ithaca. Upon moving to Ithaca, people remarked that my move was no move at all. Ithaca is just like Boulder. Unfortunately, I have found quite the opposite. Ithaca is nothing like Boulder. For one thing, Ithaca is much lower in elevation. Located in upstate New York, Ithaca is much greener and wetter than Boulder. What Ithaca lacks in elevation, it makes up for in precipitation.
With my great lack of foresight, I decided to spend this summer in Boulder. I had imagined myself enjoying the beautiful Colorado sunshine and hiking the glorious Flatirons. There really is nothing more awesome than giant sheets of sandstone jutting out of a snow-capped mountain range. Instead I am locked up in my house, wondering if my insurance covers lightning strikes, mortified that Ithaca has blue skies and sunshine. Come on, Nature. Can’t you tell the difference between Ithaca and Boulder?
In Ithaca’s defense, I will say that while there are no Flatirons, Ithaca is home to some of the most picturesque gorges I have ever seen. It’s just that with what will soon become a gorge formation in my backyard and the promise of more precipitation to come, I am very disappointed in the direction my summer vacation is headed.