And Then the Rains Came...
One of the funny things about living in the Pacific Northwest, particularly here in western Washington on the coast, is that everybody automatically associates this part of the world with a phrase like "oh, it rains all the time!"
While it definitely can get very gray and dreary in the winter, our summers are usually quite dry. For example, we're having a pretty good downpour this evening and into the early morning hours of Saturday and that actually marks the first significant rainfall since sometime back in July.
It actually rains significantly less here in our coastal town than it did back in my native Denmark, in the town where I grew up.
What's even funnier about the whole "eternally rainy" issue is that when I was getting ready to move from Austin, Texas to the Seattle area back in 2006, everybody was constantly commenting about how I was "going to hate Seattle because it rains all the time." Ironically it actually had a greater annual rainfall where I lived in Texas and Seattle death.
Of course, I should hurry and add that rain in Texas tends to fall in vast quantities in a very short time while Seattle mostly experiences a heavy drizzle or a gentle rain when it rains.
The most rain I ever saw actually happened while I was living in Texas and we were having torrential rains because the part of Central Texas where I lived was part of the outer rain bands of some major hurricane that was coming through and we had something on the order of 23 inches of rain in 48 hours! That's about 675mm for you metric folks...
I do remember standing on my back patio looking at what was normally a lazy wet weather creek at the bottom of the yard which had turned into a Roaring River watching as logs, loose boats, trash cans, sheds, and even outhouses occasionally would go floating by.
While this is largely a post about nothing at all, the funny thing about it is that I'm doing something here that I never thought I would do when I was younger... which is talking about the weather.
When I was a little kid I always thought it was extremely weird that the adults would so often talk about the weather as if it was the greatest and most important thing in the universe. "Surely they must have something more interesting to talk about," I thought to myself. The only time weather mattered to me was if there was a chance a snow day would let me stay home from school.
Now that it is almost 60 years later I have a much greater appreciation for the importance of talking about the weather. And I don't mean in that boring small talk fashion, by the way.
For me, talking about the weather mostly is an indication that we actually take quite a bit of interest in our surroundings and what's going on around us. And I guess it has just become a more interesting topic to me as I have aged.
In the meantime, I'm enjoying the sound of falling rain, as I get ready for dreamland!
Thanks for stopping by and have a great Weekend!
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