Double the average, normal rainfall for the month and year so far, double. It makes the trees look distorted like they’re rubbed out by TV static snow, makes the same crackling hiss on the ground and pavement. The static snow, the same on the hand-me-down black and white TV set my parents gave me for my room, growing up. Falling asleep to the sound of the commentator on a baseball game, the droll cadence and gaps, the crowd. And then as it ran up to midnight and was about to go off the network they ran out of programming and went to the very edge of the earth and looked down over the side, and played the National Anthem because they didn’t know what else to do, and the horns sounded crackly, far-away and feeble, before it all turned to snow.