George Vecsey

People sloshed around outside the Water Cube as if they had done a few laps in the pool. Remember all the whining about Jacques Rogge’s infamous “fog?” The elements have come down on our heads with a vengeance.

WeatherFans at the men’s beach volleyball preliminaries trying to stay dry. (Thomas Coex/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images)

The storms began with thick, muddy drops landing on our heads like pennies lobbed from the second floor of a building. When the rain intensified, it cleared some of the ugliness from the air to the point where you can almost breathe.

The government’s meteorological experts are taking credit for the storm, saying it is a result of the pro-active strike into the heavens Friday to keep the looming clouds from opening up on the opening ceremony at the Bird’s Nest.

According to The China Daily and The Associated Press, the government unleashed 1,104 rain dispersal rockets from 21 sites around Beijing on Friday, apparently part of China’s “weather modification.”

This is a frightening concept. I don’t want to think about Bud Selig getting his hands on rain dispersal rockets during the World Series. If Mark Cuban buys the Chicago Cubs, what would happen if he got his hands on the weather rockets with a sold-out series with the Cardinals? Al Davis with rockets? George Steinbrenner?

These frightening thoughts stayed with me as the ominous weather settled over Beijing on Sunday, disturbing tennis and archery events and lashing the female cyclists up at the Great Wall.

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The rain was ominous — not one of those great mobile boomers we get in New York, direct from our good friends in the Great Lakes. Here we had thunder and lightning erupting in no discernible pattern, just random jolts from the skies, which made me think of the general storms in Cormac McCarthy’s novel about post-apocalypse America, “The Road.”

Meanwhile, the weather forecast is for storms Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. There is muddy scum on sidewalks and streets – from the skies, not the ground – but street cleaners come by and clean it up, and workers mop the entrances to the Water Cube.

On Sunday night, polite young workers stood outside the south entrance of of the main press center and smiled and told people in English, “Watch your step” before the slippery marble entrance. The young people took umbrellas from soaked guests and shook them out and put them in plastic bags. What hath the rockets wrought?