It’s raining again. Or is it raining still? Who even knows at this point.

Are we living in a rainforest now? Is this still even Alabama?

In my first job out of college I have distinct memories of doing stories about drought levels and burn bans during the summer in Alabama. Not this year!

Everything just feels sodden and soggy. The old song says gray skies are gonna clear up, but my rendition of “Rain, rain, go away, come again another day,” doesn’t seem to be sinking in.

Well, that’s not totally true. The “come again another day” part is being heard loud and clear, apparently.

You’ve hit rock bottom – or, perhaps, the muddy, squishy, puddle-filled bottom – when you’re writing about the weather. It’s not really any better than small talk about the weather.

And yet, here we are.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not blind to the benefits of good, hearty rainfall. After all, I’m certainly not saying the danger of wildfires and crushing drought was a better scenario than the one we’re in now – not at all.

A nice steady downpour is a special kind of pleasure to enjoy, in addition to being good for our planet.

Not to mention, my air conditioner sure has an easier time keeping my house cool when it’s not 112 degrees outside, when the sun isn’t beating down on my windows. That’s nice for the electric bill, too.

So there’s a definitely upside to this rainy summer.

It’s just that I don’t know about you – but I could do with a little sunshine.