How can this be? It's the first week of June, a time when blossoms should be bursting from the branch, a time of blue skies and not yet broiling temperatures. This year a week of steady rain and heavy mist, of sodden soil and fallen petals.
Look carefully at the air and you can see the droplets there, a drizzle so fine it surprises itself.
I originally titled this post "Ninety-Nine Percent," because I couldn't imagine how air could hold more moisture than it's holding today. But I checked the weather and found that it's ninety-three.
Six percent more? No way.