Lake effect

I laid in bed overnight listening to the rain come down all night long. Since Curt’s job is weather dependent, we both got up at his usual 3:30 time and I flipped on the Weather Channel while he got ready. I expected to see a large green blob of regular rain over Ohio, PA, and WNY. Instead what I saw was worse.

Much, much worse.

It was (dun dun duuuunnn) Lake Effect rain.

For Curtis it meant that, although we may need our hip waders to get out of the farm, it will be bone dry 2 miles down the road. No need to worry about making swimming pools while working today.

That in itself isn’t such a big deal, right? We should be happy that it will only be raining for select portions of the world in which we reside. What’s with the scary movie music or the tremble in your voice?

Clearly, if you are thinking such thoughts, you haven’t lived in a lake effect impacted zone. Otherwise, you wouldn’t mess with Mother Nature like that.

Lake effect is something we live with the threat of for endless months of the year. I thought that we’d at least get to September or, praise God, October before some weathercaster brought it up. August? Really?

Of course, I’m usually the one who thinks that winter will be done in March. It’s like I get weather amnesia every year. Maybe it’s because my brain cells that hold the knowledge of weather in Northeast Ohio freeze while snowblowing the 4′ of snow we get when a lake effect squall moves in for a few days.

So the gauntlet has been thrown. Lake effect rain in August. Check the Farmer’s Almanac – does that mean it will be done in December? We can only hope.

As I listened to the lake effect rain after Curtis left, I started thinking that it sort of parallels human relationships. When someone is hot (I prefer to think of it as passionate) about something, and the other person is more cool about something, depending on how the wind blows (attitude), some storms may develop in relationships. The key is the wind, so attitude is everything.

That, and remembering that someone inevitably gets dumped on when those storms form. They don’t make snowblowers for those squalls.


About CountryBoyCityGirl

A city girl who fell in love with a country boy. Found bliss, along with large piles of mule droppings for her and two little girls to now try to avoid.
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