We got around four inches of rain from Friday evening through Sunday here in Detroit. It’s a remarkable amount, though of course not quite as remarkable as other areas to the south and west over the weekend. The peak wind gust measured at the airport was 43 miles per hour, again only somewhat remarkable in comparison to other areas (this doesn’t count the tornado that hit in the western suburbs on Friday night). I find myself thinking that the media focused so much on what was going to happen to Galveston, that maybe we were surprised by what would happen once Hurricane Ike started heading north and east, as it inevitably would, or what was already happening up here.
The other thought I had was this, and I’m no meterologist nor do I play one on TV, but the weather pattern we just had could’ve been a huge blizzard if it had happened three months later. The southern Great Lakes area is susceptible to a type of storm where a front approaching from the west encounters a storm coming up from the Gulf Coast, and if the timing is right there’s two feet of snow whoomp! all at once. As it was, we had inches and inches of rain before the remnants of Hurricane Ike reached us and added inches more. If this was December, I think I’d still be digging out.
Fortunately it wasn’t cold—far from it, as for most of the weekend the temperature stayed in the upper 70s and lower 80s (F), which was kind of disconcerting to me, at least. If we get rain like that here, usually it’s a bit cooler. As it was, it was too warm to wear a jacket, even though I wanted to because of the rain. I spent a lot of time in damp t-shirts.
I guess we needed at least some of the rain. The grass is nice and green again. We probably didn’t need quite that much all at once, though.