Cold, wet, and miserable . . .

. . . and it's not even September yet! It seems as if it rained for most of the month of June and a good chunk of the rest of the summer season. Naturally, it was steaming hot during the Three Weeks, when many observe the tradition of refraining from swimming in commemoration of the destruction of the Temple. But now, here we are on the second to last day of August, and it feels so much like autumn that I've lost all hope of going swimming again before the end of the season. I'm depressed already.