I’m back for a couple of weeks in my hometown of Rochester, New York, where everyone is bitching about how much it’s raining. The ground is so wet enormous trees are uprooting themselves. Ponds, creeks and streams are overflowing their banks. Hell, you can’t even mountain bike. Instead of moon dust, the trails here are like peanut butter. In Rochester, people see rain in the forecast and begin mentally preparing for the second coming of Noah’s A…