The rain in Boston this week has been truly biblical. Chris and I were downtown last night. Every building we entered had buckets scattered around to deal with the leaks. Walking outside, the rain was coming down in sheets, things were flying down the streets, and the wind noise was varying between a subway train like rumble and a high keening. I heard that they measured sustained winds of 50 MPH with gusts to 67.
Then this morning the wind stopped and the sun broke through the clouds. I put the top down and drove the back roads to work – dodging downed limbs all the way. The sun glinted off the flooded fields. It started to look like spring might just be possible someday.