My obsession with Luca Mercalli, a cataclimatic climatologist with a bow tie

I am an avid reader of Luca Mercalli, cataclimatic climatologist with bow tie. This morning where I live there was a risk of drowning as soon as I set foot outside the house, it was ten degrees at midday, the dogs locked up in the house, buying bread was a problem and, as the poet ST Coleridge said at the end of the eighteenth century, water water everywhere / nor any drop to drink. The Scala Mercalli is actually an obsession of mine. And true obsessions never disappoint. At some point they become paranoid and they are unmatched. The Anglo-Spangish Peter Gomez also attempts his ascent to heaven, with an imposing file of a kind of The Atlantic of the Eurasian Fact, entitled “It’s Not Raining, Thieving Government”. But it’s not competitive.