So New England is known for weird, wonderful and rapidly-changing weather, but storms tend to move through the area, one direction or another. (Up from the south or west, normal; down from Maine, nor’easter and often rough.)
But for the last two or three days we’ve had our own cyclone, a smallish weak hurricane sitting right in place and spinning and spinning and dumping rain and blowing the leaves off the trees. I can’t imagine what’s making it so stable, especially here.
It’s stuck in traffic.
Meh. If it had come a couple of months from now when there was a pool of cold air around, it might have been interesting. Just a lot of wind and rain and a few downed branches here and there. I’m told there’s some impressive surf on exposed beaches.
The drive to work this morning was interesting.
Quite a few times it seemed I was driving through a waterfall. The rain came down so heavy that the wipers couldn’t keep up and visibility was terrible.
Now it’s just misting with some wind. Hopefully I’m not stuck in something bad on my walk to my car later.
That storm kept me up all Wednesday night. There’s a skylight over my bed and those were some big heavy LOUD raindrops. Sigh.