Don’t get me wrong, I love rain. L-O-V-E, love rain. Some of the most vivid memories of my childhood are of thunderstorms. Universe-shaking, still-talking-about-it-twenty-years-later type storms at my grandparents’ Everglade home and swift-moving Michigan downpours watched from the safety of our screened-in porch are two of my “happy places”, I go there often. But Portland, oooh Portland, you’re turning rain against me. This isn’t the rain I know and love. It’s of a different breed. It’s weak and nagging, persistent and boring. It’s making me miss warm, summer days like this one.
All I need is a little more gusto Lady Portland. A lightening strike here, a little rumble of thunder there. It really doesn’t seem too difficult.
Also, I happened upon this blog post. Though most are adorable and inspiring, some are eerily posed and make these twin humans look like twin aliens. I’m pretty sure that aliens can have twin siblings too.