We have to love the rain. It's a requirement for anyone living in the Pacific Northwest. Or, as I like to call it, the Pacific NorthWET. Ok, it's not really a requirement to love the rain; and sometimes it gets downright irritating; depressing; mentally dampening even. But, we wouldn't know what to do with ourselves without it. Seriously. Yes, there are some people who truly don't belong here and move away to warmer, sunnier climates and never look back, but personally, I don't think I could do that.
A friend of mine was telling me about a girlfriend she had who had lived in Portland all her life - born and raised a true Oregonian. She ended up moving to Arizona and returned less than a year later. Her biggest gripe? "Every single day - blue sky and sunshine! Every single stinkin' day!"
Think about it - sunshine EVERY day. No rainy days to cozy-up on the couch and watch a movie or read a book. No cool, overcast days. Watering the lawn and outdoor plants would become a daily, year-round chore. No excuse to not wash your car. And the streets and sidewalks would get increasingly dirty and dusty with no cleansing rain.
I believe in moderation for everything, and here on the 45th parallel, we get a little bit of everything. Maybe a little more than our fair share of rain, but that's also why the tourists' first comment is usually, "It's so green and beautiful here!"
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