This is the story of the hurricane... that never came

I was deeply disappointed this weekend at the non-appearance of Hurricane Bill. Sure, this summer has been rainier, grosser, and colder than most other summers in recorded history, but we have yet to have a really good, hot, pouring, thunder and lightning, wind-a-blowin' storm - the kind that makes you sit on the front porch at midnight because just watching it isn't enough - you have to smell it, too. I love rumbles and bolts... especially if I am safe and protected, which, for everybody who's about to call me a water-hating wuss, includes being able to run outside in the rain, but having a house to dash into. 

This has been a weird non-summer in so many ways. For one, I've been unemployed since I quit school in April, so I really feel like my sunny summer was in April and May while I was living in Providence, and the rest has been a sort of quasi-summer unpaid internship, cold, rainy, bad things happening (deaths and a summer-stultifying car accident), living at home summer hangover. Today I totally screwed up and missed a baseball game I was supposed to go to, which would have been something nice in the actual-summer vein. I think we just had a little cloudburst - I looked outside and my car is wet - but nothing satisfying. That pretty much sums it up. Blah.