I am trying to appreciate what is right in front of me.
Which is mostly rain. And mist. And fog. And cloud.
And then some more rain.
With a side helping of slippery driveway, and where is my Seattle Sombrero?
Moss grows everywhere. Homeowners have an eight-month long battle with mold. 87% of national vitamin D sales are to Seattle and Portland. (I totally fabricated that statistic.) We scoff at people who use umbrellas.
Right now, we exist in perpetual twilight.
All of which made the five minutes of sunshine today feel like a glorious blessing.
This past summer Houston had an extended drought. I’m sure this applied to other areas of Texas also, but seeing as I have a drooling fan-girl crush on Karen Walrond, and she lives in Houston, and she is active in social media, and I follow her, and could this sentence get any more parenthetical?, I heard a lot about Houston weather.
They were craving rain. For three months their temperature rarely dipped below 100°F (that’s 38°C for the Canadians).When the clouds finally opened up, the people in Houston celebrated by dancing naked in the streets and making photographs of every raindrop. (It’s possible I’m making that up. Or not.)
One of my sisters spent the last two years living in Sweden. Near the Arctic Circle. Where things get buried in the snow, not to be seen for months until the spring thaw.
Now she lives in Saskatoon, Canada, where last Friday the temperature forecast was -28°C (that’s -18°F for the Americans), before wind chill.
On Sunday, she said, “Enjoy the grey mist, you will never believe how much you’d miss it if it were gone.”
Our weather in the Northwest is what they call temperate. It is not extreme – neither too cold nor too hot.
When we have the occasional snow day, everything shuts down. We are simply not equipped to deal well with it.
When we have the occasional heat wave, Home Depot sells out of fans. Relatively few homes have central air conditioning. We simply don’t need it. Much. Or often.
We are not running out of water, as they are in many parts of the Southwest, with aquifers running dry, the rainfall unable to keep up with the demand.
Really, when I put it like that, I don’t have much to complain about, do I?
We have clean air and clean water. Lots of it. We have green trees and the sound of the stream running by our house.
All because of the rain.