November stole December’s record rainfall. December is jealous of November. December’s jealousy observed:

5pm, yesterday: drain water spews out of a manhole reaching a height of 4 feet. Pedestrians cross intersection, ankles well submerged in water.

1am, this morning: wind passing windows sound like seagulls moaning. There are a number of people riding by on bicycles. Leaves, plastic bags, and other loose items on the ground are sucked up into the sky. Something audible comes from somewhere in the storm. It sounds like a sonar. It is an unwelcome sound.

9am: Scaffolding surrounding the building next door hangs over the house next to it. It is held back by what tried to pull it apart, the plastic canvas that encompasses it. I pull away a branch from the car door. A strange white residue forms on the windshield the stronger I set defrost. A house on Nickerson has a tree resting on its caved in roof. A couple of buildings along 15th are immersed in mud, welcoming store owners to a fine sunny morning. Offices at Seattle University are closed due to wind damage.