It feels like a winter night. It is 5 p.m. and virtually dark. It is raining. Again. It is always raining. The streets flood daily, and lightning strikes all over the place. I walk through the house singing “Sleigh Ride” and other winter and Christmas songs. I am so disoriented that I have forgotten it is still spring.

Days from summer, the brightest of all seasons and torrential rainfall befalls us.

I can handle it as long as it stops for my moving sale Saturday. Tuesday I will be in CA again. The forecast there is sunny and warm. Again.