Every day I check the weather (an avid obsession of mine) and every day I see that thunderstorms are predicted in New York City, or at least scattered in the area.
Yet, it hasn't rained since, what, Easter?
Which brings me to my theory (of which I always have many): I think that weathermen are telling us it's going to rain, to give us false hope in this soul-deadening heat. Because if we looked at the forecast and only saw oppressive heat, morale would sink lower than it is in Manhattan. But if you dangle the chance of a refreshing shower in front of the masses, we have a false glimmer of hope that the heat may subside. And so we carry on.
