Happening outside: a downpour the likes of which I haven’t seen in a while. Down by the river, I hear what sounds like foghorns.

It’s nice. We don’t really get weather here, and I miss it. If something isn’t falling from the sky—be it water or electricity—I’m bored. Thunderstorms are rare, and they seemed to be especially rare this summer. The Hudson Valley, for whatever reason, is not in the flight path of storms—they’ll sweep down across NYC, or up, across Massachusetts towards Boston.

There wasn’t a lot of rain this summer. Mostly it was cloudy.