Rain, Rain, Go Away
While I don’t usually admit this, Oregon’s relentless winter rain is one of the reasons I chose to leave last summer. I came to the East Coast and although I suffer through two other unfortunate weather patterns (snow and humidity), sunny winter afternoons have become one of my absolute favorite things.
Today isn’t one of them.
It’s gray and drizzly outside. Raindrops shift from small and light to thick and pounding, the kind that belly-flop on your skin. Unlike most days, the Empire State Building is completely cloaked in a thick, gray cloud. Almost like New York City has disappeared, abandoned me for a warmer climate. The colored leaves and brick buildings, which are usually vibrant in the sun, seem sad and worn.
I hate the rain. In Oregon, rain can last for days, and cloudy weather almost never leaves. I often joke that Oregonians can detect 32 different shades of gray. There are a few blue-sky days sprinkled (ha – pun!) throughout the rain-soaked weeks, keeping most of us from completely losing our minds. Seasonal affective disorder – or S.A.D., a fitting acronym – is common in the Pacific Northwest and although I won’t claim to suffer from it, there is a bit of listlessness that comes from gray, wet days. Everything looks so uninviting and there’s an enormous amount of preparation and mental encouragement that is required when venturing outdoors. Which leaves most people lounging on the coach (or the Internet, as the case may be) and that usually leaves one groggy and bored. Not a good combination.
Tomorrow, it’s supposed to be sunny. It’s supposed to be sunny the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that.
But not today.