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.