In case you didn’t know, it rains in Portland. Often. Menudo. Vaak. Souvent. Spesso. (Depending on if you speak Spanish, Dutch, French, or Italian)
When it rains this much, I start to think:
1. There are a lot of depressed people. We Portland folk simply are not receiving enough Vitamin D. When the sun doesn’t come out for weeks at a time, what do you expect us to do? Take supplements? I think not. We’ll bask in our depression, our coffee, our books, instead.
2. It is because of the rain that Portlanders roll up the bottom of their skinny jeans. It’s not so much that we want to look cool as much as we don’t want the bottom of our jeans to be soaked. Same with the knit hats and the hoodies. We just want to protect our hair. Umbrellas? Psshh.
3. The rain makes me think…I’ll get to that tomorrow.
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I even bought rain boots for the first time since I was a kid, and have entered the ranks of all the adult women who look like 5 year olds in their decorated rain boots.
Yep, Portland is just like Seatle in that way. If at all possible, take a trip across the mountains where it’s bright and sunny all the time.