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What? You find that monotonous? Really? At least the food in the autumn is great. If I wanted constant rain I would live in Portland, which is a better city anyway.

If I wanted rain in a crappy city really close to Canada... ah, I won't mention Starbucksstadt. Wouldn't want to offend my Seattle readers. Do I have Seattle readers?

Well, Keilholtz, you used to, before you called our city crappy and mentioned that it was too close to Canada.

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Portland, though, comes alive in the rain, or at least in the evening after a rain. The last time I was there they had been going through a dry spell, and then it rained, and that evening everyone really seemed to be happier.

I don't have to do any outside watering. That is good.

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If it weren't for the smells of chicken bones roasting in the oven, it would drive me crazy.

Rain is good for church, though, because the indirect light on the stained glass makes them glow rather than sparkle and shoot out rays of colored light. Rays of colored light and sparkling are all fine and good, but that glow can really bring out the illustration on the window.

And when it really rains, there is nothing to do but pour out a mug of chilled, unfiltered sake and listen to Bach for hours on end.