Casi insoportable

I know, I know, the weather's your typical safe, boring conversation topic, but here in New England the weather's always changing, always a genuine topic of interest.  Last night the weathermen were threatening that we'd hit up to 100 degrees Fahrenheit up here; thankfully it's only in the mid 90s (<-- HA!  After an almost record-breaking amount of snow and unusually long winter it's amusing to think that I actually typed that sentence).  The heat and humidity are casi insoportable-- almost unbearable.  I say almost because I don't mean to employ the 'hyperbole by youth' by bemoaning the current weather conditions as "like, the worst thing everrrrrrrr, amiright?"; I'm sure somewhere it's got to be worse out.  Somewhere out there.

Still, I have to admit that I really dig thunderstorms; they can be really spiritual.  I don't mean this in the obvious, cleansing sense of 'washing away sins' or anything like that, but just the fact that weather can be so powerful and electric, and the sense that this experience is being shared with you  by countless other people.  As humankind we've tamed rivers by building dams, harnessed wind and solar power; we've been able to clone animals and genetically alter plants to be sweeter and aesthetically pleasing-- and yet we can't control the weather.