Rain, Rain, What The Hey?

I like to think of myself as someone who isn’t usually knocked off-stride by what the weather is doing. Since it’s the ultimate example of something nobody can do anything about (aside from the old George Carlin line: “If you don’t like the weather, MOVE!”), I believe it’s best to just not allow the weather to factor into your moods, outlook, self-image, what-have-you. That’s what I think.

Having said that….exactly what the hell is going on? 18 days in June so far, 13 of them rainy. It’s the eighth-wettest June ever in New York City, and we’re just over halfway through the month. It seems like every morning, I awaken to the sound of raindrops pounding on my roof. It was kind of soothing for, I don’t know, the first ten days of it; now it’s just obnoxious. Here’s what the weather professionals are saying:

“The high-altitude jet stream that guides the movement of weather across the country has been south of its normal position over the last couple of weeks, sending a series of storms across the Midwest and East, explained meteorologist Ed O'Lenic of the federal Climate Prediction Center.”
Associated Press

That didn’t make me feel any better. But this did:

“Said O'Lenic: ‘For some reason people have this feeling that they ought to be able to remember, in their lifetime, something similar’ to what is happening. ‘That is not the way it works. There is a lot of natural variability.’"

Which, if I’m understanding Ed correctly, is a meteorological way of acknowledging that stuff happens. It’s pure quantum probability at work: if it’s within the realm of possibility that it could rain almost every day in June, eventually it’s going to happen. Fine. But did it have to happen when the U.S. Open was being played right here in New York? Watching the final round was going to be my one Fathers Day treat!

Enough of my whining. Now it’s your turn. How are you handling the June monsoon?