If you know your geography at all, or have ever been here, or heck, read any books set around the area, or listened to any Nirvana or DCFC, it should come as no surprise that it rains a lot around these parts. I had certainly been warned about it ad nauseam and ad infinitum before I moved here. "It's nice in the summer, but the winters sure are dark and rainy..."
Well, I've mentioned before that while I miss snow something fierce, I'm perfectly happy in all kinds of weather, save maybe for gray skies weeks on end with nothing else happening. One of the great things about living on an island (other than the fact that we do have a nice micro-climate that does indeed make it very nice in the summer) is that you can really watch the weather pass over you. We can see it gathering on the horizon, sliding down the mountain towards us and sometimes pass us by, only to create entirely different patterns on a near by island. It even varies from one end of the Island to the next.
Here, like everywhere, weather is a favorite topic of light small talk. My childhood best friend who lives in New Zealand once told me that whenever locals there discuss it, they invariably talk about the wind-a cold wind blowing from the Pole can entirely alter the pattern. In Finland people discuss the possibility of snow most months out of the year. I imagine that in the Caribbean it's hurricanes and in Sahara it's sandstorms. Here it's precipitation.
I'm told that I've missed it's true force thus far due to the fact that my first winter was unseasonably warm. This one, now this one, was supposed to be the real deal (it still can be, I suppose), with La Nina -cycle kicking in. Old-timers predicted a harsh winter from birds and snowberries and pine needles. Our local papers wrote articles on storm-preparedness, always ending them in exclamation points. We had a few windstorms. It snowed on Thanksgiving. Nothing out of the ordinary. The climatologists and the old-timers shook their heads, the worst was still to come. False security. Wait 'till January.
I'm still waiting. I love storms. I love venturing out in dire circumstances. I love being able to hole up. I miss the extreme weather of my homeland. Not just the white magic of the snow, or the breath-taking cold (-23F on Christmas Eve according to my mom.), but the intensity.
As far as I'm concerned it rains a lot, but not quite enough. The last few nights and mornings have seemed as originally promised, huge pounding drops that soak everything and drench the earth. I can't help but wish the stories had been true. I could go for a long winter of mostly rain, I think.
The rain, to me seems rather wonderful, since it is rarely cold and you can walk around in a light cardigan, or even shirt sleeves in the middle of January (provided of course you have an umbrella) (Or don't care about being drenched. I alternate between the two.). Not to mention harvest greens from your own garden while you're at it. It's like magic. (It even stops for long enough to snap a few pictures.)
As for all my fellow Pacific Northwest-ites who rejoice in constantly complaining about the rain? I say: boo-hickety-hoo! Try living so close to the arctic circle that the ground freezes solid for seven months out of the year and around this time you get an average 5 hours of daylight. Now that is a little uncomfortable. I'm a firm believer in loving where you live or leaving. If you miss sunshine so terribly, go and get you some.
(I must say most of those born and bred here do not have this affliction. My husband, for instance, never complains about the weather, even when it effects his plans.)
I, on the other hand, should probably get used to the idea that it doesn't rain quite as much as one might hope. Or maybe go chase the rain to the Olympic Peninsula. Which we plan to do on our California trip. Camping in the rain can be a lot of fun, methinks.
A whole post about the weather, who woulda thunk it? What is your local climate like? No, seriously. I would like to know.
This outfit, by the way was inspired by a certain Northern Cali-girl. Your colors are my colors Heather. Thank you.
Peace, love, rain clouds, blue skies, whatever you want...