RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY

Everyone who is tired of the rain, please raise your hand.

Aha, I see many hands in the air.

I look outside in my backyard and everything is lush and green.

The wispy, white trails of mist rise off into the atmosphere.

Wait a minute, when did I move to the Rainforest? Or perhaps I'm dreaming.

No, I'm still here in Northeast PA.

According to the local weatherman, we are on track to have the second or third wettest spring on record.

I'm old enough to remember the spring of 1972.

Which is currently listed as the third wettest on record.

That year it just kept raining and raining. The ground was saturated. The streets were full of ponding water.

I remember getting out of my car on South Main Street in Wilkes Barre and was unable to jump onto the curb, the gutter was so full of water.

Then, Hurricane Agnes, visited us in June, and like the proverbial unwelcomed guest, stayed much too long.

She also stayed in the Southern tier of New York. As a result the Susquehanna River broke through the dike in Wilkes Barre on the east and Forty Fort on the west side.

Thousands were displaced. Two hospitals were evacuated. It was a time most would like to forget and never see happen again.

Unfortunately, the folks along the Mississippi River are experiencing the same thing.

Water always seeks the path of least resitance. It has no respect for anything in its way.

Let's hope there are no hurricanes poised for our area this year, especially early in June.

I'm sure in a couple of months we'll be complaining that everything is dry and we could use some rain.

We're never satisfied are we?

One thing I'm very happy about, is the liquid precipatation falling from the sky isn't in the form of snow.

Be happy for the small things.