One day, it’s bright and sunny and lovely. You get up the next morning and bam. Rain. It’s back.

Marking the unofficial end to summer in New England, rain has arrived and it’s all downhill from here. Pretty soon, the enjpoyable 40s and 50s will slope down to the dismal 30s, heralding snow and sharp winds to cut through our jackets and turn our new umbrellas inside out. Plus, mud. Mud everywhere. Your new shoes can’t escape this perdition.

Is there anything worse than rain at Harvard? Puddles form all over the Yard, clogging up foot traffic, and filling up the cobblestone sinkholes near Pinocchio’s on JFK. It’s just miserable and requires running and effort, and no one has time for that during midterms. How are the night owls supposed to get their caffeine from Starbucks if it’s raining outside? Nobody wants to be misted on while walking with an increasingly soggy cardboard cup of coffee.

Ugh.

The struggle.