All afternoon the weather soothsayers of doom predicted a nasty storm for the entire state: wind, rain, hail, thunder and lightning. Storm warnings for the entire state, except the cape, were predicted until 9 pm. I looked at the weather radar, yeah, there was a storm coming, but it was in the western part of the state, it wouldn’t effect us.
The rain came into the apartment from the west in a horizontal sheet, misting us with through the open windows of the kitchen. It caused a mad run on towels to sop up the water that poured in the open bedroom window. Flecks of water dotted the sheets of our bed, not two yards away, the rug was wet, water ran freely along the floor.
The rain brings the deceptive notion of cooler weather: tomorrow’s high is set to be 94 degrees. Like so many others with out air-conditioning, we are going to make a pilgrimage to the Galleria to enjoy the cool air and a much needed break from the heat and humidity.
The rain has passed now, the temperature has dropped slightly, but the humidity remains impressively oppressive. The wind has died down so there is very little, almost no breeze, except what we artificially produce with the fans. They don’t do much, just move the muggy air around.
In search of something cool to drink, I head to the kitchen. I wouldn’t mind an ice maker right now, the ice trays are being uncooperative, but that is nothing unusual. Standing at the kitchen window you can feel slight traces of cooler evening air as the sun sets over St. Anthony’s. Maybe I’ll bring Gavin some ice water too.
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