(Inspired by just driving home from the cottage through 3 inches of rain)
The summer of 77, I had just graduated as an engineer in UoT Engineering Science. I had my horrible summer in Calgary when the entire oil industry had collapsed around my head. Because of this, I had signed up for a Masters in Rock Mechanics. My Engsci speciality was geophysics, so I was going to slay everybody with my skills.
The good thing about the horrible summer was that I had unemployment insurance, and because of my degree they weren't going to make me take ugly jobs. I had a free ticket and I was lounging in the back yard all the time. My neighbour couldn't stand it, and convinced me to take a nice job as a construction inspector on the old air force base.
It rained every day that summer, and one job was to supervise the grass mowing around the air field. It was a giant swamp and the grass was 3 feet tall. All the air force types were yelling at me that it was against regulations because of a fire hazard. That grass wouldn't light with napalm! Anyway, I had to keep after the contractors who kept losing equipment into the bottomless bog. Finally, I gave the job to a nasty forces guy who had just come back from something horrible.
This summer is now like that. We have the full 70's conditions. Wait until the winter!