During the rainy days of winter I don't think too much about the dependable, inevitable rain, other than avoiding puddles and dressing appropriately. I consider myself a good old easy going Oregonian who realizes we must have precipitation in order to grow our lush vegetation.
Then we have a dry spell--particularly that reliable and lovely week in February. {sigh}
When it's over the first day of rain seems such a nuisance, inconvenience, icky, wet, bleh. So maybe I've just been tolerating that wet stuff all these years and when there's a gap I have to readjust the attitude all over again?
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