Tidbit

It is almost the middle of February, but it smells like the end of April: moist, humid, and unforgiving. The air temperature rose from subzero and frigid to 50 degrees and hailing in about 24 hours. The sky is spewing harsh rain continuously. All this water is mixing with the melting feet of snow that have accumulated during the frigid part and flooding the streets. People are jumping over cascading puddles, cars are splashing the sidewalks, and there is no clearing in sight of these overpowering clouds.

My umbrella is broken, my boots are broken, and I am wet as a dog.