I shared the shuttle with a guy recently relocated from San Francisco. The topic of rain came up, which ultimately led to winter in the PNW. I tried to tell him how the first rains of fall were truly some of my favorite times. Fall to me means cuddling on the couch with the cat and dog under a warm blanket, walking around the city swaddled in a hoody with a solid rain coat, warm drinks that produce visible steam, and a non rushed life style. I feel at home when it's grey and cloudy outside. I know exactly how to spend my days.
I do not get this same sense of comfort with summer. I feel pushed to cram as much in as I can. I feel wasteful when I take an Elle day. Summer is never relaxing like it is for so many other people. Sure, I'm like many PNW people. I complain about the lack of sun in the dead of winter, but I'm also one to loath the heat and brightness the sun brings.
More than anything, the sound of rain is a comfort like no other. The cool temperatures mean my cat and dog will want to snuggle with me in bed. Basically, fall and winter offer me some of the best comforts.
This is until I have to go outside and work on the farm. ;) Then I really want nothing to do with the rain.