Here comes the rain again
Fri, Oct. 14th, 2016 07:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scarlettinaIt's storm season in Seattle. Most people think of Seattle as Rain City, but when people think of rain, they think of how it rains wherever they live; I did, when I first moved here. As it happens, I moved here during the rainy season, and my first rainstorm here was epic, a very New York sort of storm, so strong that you couldn't see out a car window. (That drive, a most memorable one with coworkers, scared the hell out of me.) I wondered what I'd gotten myself into. But what I quickly learned is that rain in Seattle is really more like drizzle in New York. Or it mists. Or it spits. Seattle doesn't really get downpours except for maybe two or three times per winter. And it almost never gets the big, cathartic thunder-and-lightning storms I knew growing up. I miss them.
But earlier this week, local meteorologist (and patron saint of weather) Cliff Mass (as well as many other knowledgeable people) started forecasting The Big Scary, a giant storm of unprecedented proportions for the Seattle area. Wind gusts up to 50 knots. Many inches of rain in a very short period of time. He has since revised that forecast to only a little less catastrophic, but still impressive. It's going to be a stormy weekend.
I have done, I admit, fairly little storm prep. I went grocery shopping. I have enough food for me and the cats for several days. I'll be doing laundry this morning while I work at home. I can hear the wind and rain outside my living room and bedroom windows. I'll be staying indoors, though I have an evening engagement that I'd really like to keep. I will convene with the person in question as the time draws nigh and figure out what makes sense.
This weather reminds me that I keep wanting to pick up a pair of rain boots. In all the years I've lived here, I've never had any. My shoes have always done the duty, which is probably one reason I go through them so quickly.
Anyway, my point is that the rains are arriving with dismal fanfare and dark foreboding. Winter begins (I wore my winter cloth coat yesterday for the first time this season), darkness descends, and the urge to nest and hibernate encroaches.
Stay safe and dry, everyone. Be smart.
But earlier this week, local meteorologist (and patron saint of weather) Cliff Mass (as well as many other knowledgeable people) started forecasting The Big Scary, a giant storm of unprecedented proportions for the Seattle area. Wind gusts up to 50 knots. Many inches of rain in a very short period of time. He has since revised that forecast to only a little less catastrophic, but still impressive. It's going to be a stormy weekend.
I have done, I admit, fairly little storm prep. I went grocery shopping. I have enough food for me and the cats for several days. I'll be doing laundry this morning while I work at home. I can hear the wind and rain outside my living room and bedroom windows. I'll be staying indoors, though I have an evening engagement that I'd really like to keep. I will convene with the person in question as the time draws nigh and figure out what makes sense.
This weather reminds me that I keep wanting to pick up a pair of rain boots. In all the years I've lived here, I've never had any. My shoes have always done the duty, which is probably one reason I go through them so quickly.
Anyway, my point is that the rains are arriving with dismal fanfare and dark foreboding. Winter begins (I wore my winter cloth coat yesterday for the first time this season), darkness descends, and the urge to nest and hibernate encroaches.
Stay safe and dry, everyone. Be smart.