I love the rain. I live for cloudy, chilly days.
I need to move to Seattle.
I live in Seattle, and I don’t think it rains enough. I grew up on the coast of Washington, and I’m used to about 3 times Seattle’s rainfall.
Even Seattlites think I’m weird when I say we’ve had too many sunny days for my taste.
Good luck. I’ve been trying to move there for a couple of years!
Wow, your posts really take me back. Next to the down to earth folk, rain, thunder, and lightening are what I miss the most about Michigan. To walk in summer rain!
When I first moved to LA the TV weatherman was going on and on about some storm. It was sprinkling out, and I asked my roommate where the storm was. She says “THIS is the storm!” What a crack up for a Midwesterner.
Maybe we could set a time and all do a raindance.
I’d certainly join you for the raindance, patoupia–we certainly (desperately) need it here in Southern California.
I miss the rain so much 
As another Midwesterner in California,I miss a good rainstorm on a summer day. It would make things nice and green in the hills,and is very romantic. I guess though that I will have to settle for these 65-72 degree days for the time being.
I’d love to see some green hills here again. Right now I’m looking at the foothills from Glendora and the ridges are covered with walls of flame and smoke.
One of my fondest memories from childhood was waking up on cool, gray, rainy mornings next to the lake in Maine. The head of my bed was tucked right up under the eaves of our cottage. I’d wake ever so gently to the sound of the drops hitting the roof just inches above my head - yet I was warm and toasty under the covers.
To this day, I’ll leave windows in my bedroom open on gray, rainy mornings and just lie there in the silence listening to the sound of the water splattering on the back steps, the garage, the shrubs outside the window …
Ahhhhhh, contented 
I live in a great place for this, too - all winter long.
One of my fondest memories from childhood was waking up on cool, gray, rainy mornings next to the lake in Maine. The head of my bed was tucked right up under the eaves of our cottage. I’d wake ever so gently to the sound of the drops hitting the roof just inches above my head - yet I was warm and toasty under the covers.
To this day, I’ll leave windows in my bedroom open on gray, rainy mornings and just lie there in the silence listening to the sound of the water splattering on the back steps, the garage, the shrubs outside the window …
Ahhhhhh, contented
I live in a great place for this, too - all winter long.
Another rain/thunderstorm fan here. In fact, I just bought a few enviromental cds to listen to at work, and the first one I grabbed was entitled Echoes of Nature: Thunderstorm.
Beats the fertilizer out of server-drone for background sound.
One of my fondest memories from childhood was waking up on cool, gray, rainy mornings next to the lake in Maine. The head of my bed was tucked right up under the eaves of our cottage. I’d wake ever so gently to the sound of the drops hitting the roof just inches above my head - yet I was warm and toasty under the covers.
To this day, I’ll leave windows in my bedroom open on gray, rainy mornings and just lie there in the silence listening to the sound of the water splattering on the back steps, the garage, the shrubs outside the window …
Ahhhhhh, contented
I live in a great place for this, too - all winter long.
We had quite a drought here this summer.
Hardly any rain at all.
Where are the rainy states?
It’s been a soggy day here in northeast Florida. I got soaked to the skin coming in from my car (I left my umbrella in my desk drawer…) The rain is supposed to continue into the evening and tomorrow. And who knows what Isidore and Lili may do to us.
I’ll be glad to get home and take off the wet shoes.