…all the underground springs erupted and all the windows of Heaven were thrown open. Rain poured for forty days and forty nights.
Here’s the view out our bedroom window this morning.
I’m not trying to jump on the “whining about Seattle’s pathetic summer weather” bandwagon because I’ve been riding that wagon in person for a while already now, if not on this blog. You can’t tell, but there are rain drops on the window. Frankly, it’s depressing. We don’t get much nice weather around here anyway, and all winter we console ourselves: “Yes, we’ve got 9 months of heavy overcast, minimal daylight, and frequent rain. But the summer makes up for it by being so pretty!”
Sadly, our hopes this summer have been deeply disappointed. We’ll get a day, or half a day, of summer-like weather — clouds, yes, but some blue sky, and temperatures in the mid-60s to mid-70s — but by the next day, it’s faded back to low 60s and drizzling. At first we thought, “Oh, this will pass and we’ll get some nice summery weather soon.” But as the weeks drag on with no change in sight, people are starting to get a little desperate. Last weekend we postponed our bike ride from Saturday to Sunday in the hopes of nicer weather, and instead got colder, rainier weather.
A KOMO news meteorologist wrote a blog post titled Seattle: Home of the 78-minute summer, and people went nuts talking about it. The Seattle Times even reported on the response to that post, it drew so much buzz. A week ago, Cliff Mass wrote a blog post titled This is getting bizarre, then followed it up with another post titled Why do we suffer? It’s not a good sign when meteorologists are at a loss to explain our pathetic weather. They are even having a hard time predicting what’s coming — many days will call for rain, and we’ll get a bit of sun; but then, too, days listed confidently as partly sunny turn out to be 60° and heavy drizzle.
I’m having a hard time believing that people in the midwest and on the East Coast are cooking in 100°+ temperatures. We haven’t seen a day above 80° all year, and only maybe one day legitimately in the 80s. At this point, I’m oscillating between feeling depressed and resigned about this weather pattern. All I’m really hoping for is a miraculous break on July 28, when we ride RAMROD. I’m riding it no matter what, but man… 150 miles up and down mountain passes in 60° rain isn’t my idea of fun.
Sigh. Maybe it’s time to think about a trip to somewhere east of here.