Day Seventy-Seven: It Needs to Stop Raining

It has now been raining for approximately forty-three hours. Trees have fallen down, mailboxes and street signs have uprooted themselves and died in a rather undignified manner beside roads and on people's waterlogged front lawns. Everything is so beyond wet, it can't even be called "wet" anymore. Soggy, liquified, and saturated are more accurate words. My boyfriend's bathroom has flooded, our backyard has a lovely brown stream running through the easement, and my dogs are tired of coming in damp smelly. Hello, spring.

While I'm definitely happy that spring is here (finally!), all this rain is a little concerning. Why are we having so much damn precipitation this year? Is THIS what global warming is doing? I don't understand, nor do I really care to, because it's sadly not going to keep me from using plastic trashbags or driving my non-electric car. But to think, that only a month ago this ridiculous amount of rain would have been an absolutely obscene amount of snow is a little too much to bear. And for that, I'm very, very thankful. But apparently, we're supposed to have ice here next week, and the temperature is still a chilly forty-five degrees, so spring isn't here in full-force just yet.

But the animals have come back into sight, and many of them seem to be enjoying being able to get out of hibernation or migration, or whatever it is that they do. And as a result, my dogs are barking at every little critter that wanders by the window, whether it be a bird, a rare squirrel, or another dog walking down the street, soggy from RAIN.

But FINALLY, spring is here.