Grey is hypnotic, rythmic

It has rained in the Seattle-area for four weeks straight.

Pacific Northwest rain is an entirely different breed. Rain is often undetected from glances out grey tinted windows. It can be raining and you wouldn't even know it. That's because northwest rain can be soft and constant. It can fall to the earth in slow, plump raindrops. It can fall to the earth in long strands of suspended mist. It can torrent and plummel the soft, rich earth- building up in puddles and drains until it runs back into the puget sound.

Rain is more of a noun than a verb in Seattle. Most of the time when skies are grey and overcast, the rain exists- like a stationary sheet of thin water being held in the air. Most of the time it doesn't fall violently. To the eye, it looks like it's just hanging, motionless- and I would believe that to be the case if it wasn't for its rhythmic tapping upon roofs, sidewalks, and car hoods.

I dont mind walking in the rain 24/7. I don't mind having to cover my head to keep it dry- it has now become a habitual act. I love to see the showery days turn into our famous greens and rich browns. The rain is peaceful, calming and hypnotic here. We are caught in the hypotism of our unyielding weather.