When It Rains, It Pours
Yesterday's weather was what some would call, 'The worst weather we've had all summer.' It rained. And it rained, and it rained. All afternoon in fact. Coming from the UK, this was hardly a revelation for me, but for Toronto it's apparently very out of character. Whenever there has been rain before, the clouds have bestowed several hours worth of water in mere minutes. The result: everyone ducks for cover, waits ten minutes or so for the rain to stop, and then carries on with their day like nothing happened. On top of this, at least recently, there's been a thunderstorm at least once a week. Why then, is an entire afternoon of light rain so concerning?
I spent yesterday being forcefully reminded of home - where it rains more often than it shines. One of the things that I've found most jarring about moving to Canada has been the rain. Even though we get fairly regular showers, they don't feel very satisfying. It's like the rain's been put off for days and suddenly someone's gone, 'Damn, it was supposed to rain for the last three days! Oh well, better late than never.' It's all very wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Whereas I'm used to waking up and going 'It's raining today, better whack out the wellies.' Here I am, used to incorporating prolonged precipitation into my day, and wondering why a city that deals with winters that would make the UK cry, can't handle a light but steady downpour?
The rain from yesterday was the kind we have at home. But now the city is back to almost unbearably humid and cloying; its residents grateful that the 'depressing' weather is now finished. Here I sit, wishing it would continue. What I wouldn't give for a few more days of relief.
I spent yesterday being forcefully reminded of home - where it rains more often than it shines. One of the things that I've found most jarring about moving to Canada has been the rain. Even though we get fairly regular showers, they don't feel very satisfying. It's like the rain's been put off for days and suddenly someone's gone, 'Damn, it was supposed to rain for the last three days! Oh well, better late than never.' It's all very wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Whereas I'm used to waking up and going 'It's raining today, better whack out the wellies.' Here I am, used to incorporating prolonged precipitation into my day, and wondering why a city that deals with winters that would make the UK cry, can't handle a light but steady downpour?
The rain from yesterday was the kind we have at home. But now the city is back to almost unbearably humid and cloying; its residents grateful that the 'depressing' weather is now finished. Here I sit, wishing it would continue. What I wouldn't give for a few more days of relief.
Currently reading:
Reekie, G. (1998), Measuring Immorality: Social Inquiry and the Problem of Illegitimacy, Cambridge University Press
Heller, J. (1955), Catch-22, Corgi Books
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