Mike Correia

When I was a kid, summer vacation seemed to last forever. We'd have half or June, all of July, and all of August to do nothing but hang out and have fun. Towards the end of August every year, we'd spend two weeks at the beach with my grandparents - those two weeks alone felt like forever to me.

The older I got, the faster summer seemed to go by, even though it got longer when I was in college. Summer jobs were the cause of that, but to have money and then get the freedom of being able to drive a car were worth all those hours at the video store.

Now that I am in my thirties, married, and working full time - Summer is just a season to me. It's when the weather is warm and the sun is bright. It's when I try to turn weekends into mini-vacations and hope that traffic doesn't get in the way of me playing golf with my friends.

But if you live in Boston or the surrounding area this year, you're probably asking yourself - where the hell is our summer!?

Almost every single day of June was rainy. Now, we're in July and the first day has me staring at a downpour. I planned on playing golf today, but that's been canceled. And when there was a break in the rain the other day, long enough for us to play nine holes, it was like walking through the everglades.

I lived for a year in Naples, Florida and was used to the rainy season. But that meant a daily storm, usually followed up by nice warm sunshine.

I am still waiting on that sunshine!

Before I know it, it will be August, then September, and boom - Summer is gone.

Sure, I love Fall - with the changing leaves, the cooling weather, football, and post-season baseball - but I love Fall after I have a nice Summer.

Not after a five month Spring.

Okay weather, we're ready when you are....Bring us our Summer.

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