Rainy Season

Here in the emerald city it doesn't rain as much as people think.
But the clouds follow the color of concrete for well of half the year. Gloomy skies cover my head as I walk to class, drive to work, and go for a jog. Drizzling afternoons are the norm starting in late October until (at least) May.
This leaves many Seattle-ites in a mood similar to the forecast, yearning for warm beaches and the sun scorching our faces. Oh how nice it would be to have a sunburn in mid January or enough 'shine to play some frisbee in March.
But today, as I put my hood on and stared at the cobblestone as I went along, I started to smile. I haven't been to alot of places around the world but I've been to enough to miss where I'm from. The green surrounds us in the Northwest and the beauty of the seasons is strong here. As anyone who has spent a summer here know's its a blissful 70-80 most of the time with blue skies and bodies of water.
I started to look at the rain as a watering system for all the life that inhabits the beautiful sound. It's a trial for all those that live here, but when we make it into spring, when the cherry trees blossum, the sunflowers sprout and the sun illuminates the pacific, we understand why we stuck through the winter. A trial to appreciate sunlight, a sunny day and the sun we have missed.
So instead of keeping my head down, I looked up and praised hallelujah. I wouldn't let the drizz put a down on day, because I know its how life works around here, and fighting a frustration we cannot control isn't going to make us happy, now is it? It was a liberating feeling, accepting the rain as a gardner that we get to appreciate all year, that is, if can see it that way.