I was in the third circle, where it rains
Eternally, icily and implacably;
Weight and direction are invariable.
Great hailstones, muddy water, mixed with snow,
Fall through the darkened air without respite;
They rot the ground they fall on, and it stinks.
Cerberus, a cruel and outlandish beast,
Barks like a dog, from his three throats at those
Who, under that downpour, are submerged.
-- Inferno VI, 7-15
It's raining again here in Manchester -- and yes, it's nearly as bad as the above description.
And quite frankly, it's starting to really tick us off. You should know that since the beginning of this year, we here at The Rant have enjoyed about 90 minutes worth of weather that was sunny, temperate, clear and did not aggravate our sinuses something fierce. The rest of the time, there was always something hideously wrong with the conditions, and we wailed and gnashed our teeth accordingly.
All we want is a day or two of summer. Is that too much to ask?Posted by Benjamin Kepple at June 24, 2003 01:30 AM | TrackBack