Summer

When the sun shines, filtering through the myriad green leafs of Berlin's street lining trees, Berlin in summer is glorious. Amazing, breathtaking, and worth the long winter. But, as I've been told, most of the world also involves rain in the summer. This is indeed true about Berlin. For the last three weeks, we've been blessed with glorious sunshine and far more often- intense thunderstorms and driving rain. They tend to be of the afternoon/evening variety. I was looking at some climate data for Berlin and also learned that June is Berlin's rainiest month of the year. Bummer man. It really shouldn't rain in the summer. Here's a bit from a poem I recently wrote, summing up my thoughts on summer and rain:

If I had to chose between
White noise and a muffled maybe outside rain,
Tonight it'd be the grey buzzing fizzing fuzzing cacophany
And not that entirely normal, but to me more than slightly alarming thing they call
Summer Rain.
A joke, right?
It isn't supposed to rain in the summer.

I'm not going to believe it can rain then-
Summer is scorched earth,
Drough water regulations,
Evens Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday,
Odds Monday, Wednesday, Friday.
It's wishing for hot wind to make it drop to 105,
Planning errands before 9am,
And watching sprinkler drops scatter across concrete
Like sizzling pancake heralding waterlets on Sunday mornings.