While parts of the country due north and west from here are having floods and tornadoes, we're having a drought. We had a big storm on Ash Wednesday that dumped several inches of rain in a few hours. That was March 9, almost three months ago now. Since then we have had, I think, three showers, of which one may have been somewhere close to half an inch (about 1cm) and two were at most a quarter of an inch (half a centimeter). There was one sprinkle that barely got the bottom of the rain gauge wet. That's it. Anything that isn't being watered regularly is drying up and blowing away.
And it's hot. Summer is over, in the sense that most of the world understands summer. Bill Finch, the gardening editor of the local paper, insists that we have six seasons. He calls the period from roughly March through June "American summer," meaning it's what people north of, say, Tennessee call summer. But American summer has ended early this year. The temperature has been at or near 100F (36C) for the past couple of days.
Which means that the Gulf is warming up nicely. Hurricanes like warm water. I'm afraid that our drought is not going to end till August, when a hurricane drops 12 inches (30cm) in 24 hours.
There's a 20% chance of rain this weekend, which means scattered thunderstorms. Usually scattered thunderstorms pass by north of here, but I'm clinging to a sliver of hope.
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