k. so i know i am still very much a newbie here. (actually i just realized it is just almost about a year ago that i made the actual decision to come to portland. it didn’t happen until last march, but as november/08 came, the world persuaded me to depart la for the northwest.) in any event, the rain stereotype lived on, as i have now told many friends around the world about my moving to portland – rain is always the first question. from my immediate experience, it was pretty much a myth. and in the summer, it is entirely true that there is no rain. but yes, winter was looming and most of the long-time locals warned me it could get bad – more gray than anything. which sounds just like london. either way, i don’t care much… i look forward to a dramatic season. (after all those years in CA, no less). the funny thing though is the vague weather reports from the internet/local news etc. as november crept in, the weather forecasts began to more and more look like this:
and now that i am truly in it, i realize how to interpret these strange and depressing looking reports. (i’ve been told over and over not to even look at them, but still, i can not yet come to ignore em). a day with a rainy icon simply means that there is a chance (maybe 60%) that it will rain at some point, in some area of the city, some certain amount. so basically, though there is 60% of precipitation, it is even more likely that the cloud may pass over your neighborhood. or you might be lost in a book store (or god forbid, have a job) and entirely miss the so called rain. i guess thats why they say shower.
sitting for the evening in a cafe up the street, after taking some photographs of the fall look around town and dropping yet another resume of at a fabulous health food store, the rain did come. and hard. a serious downpour. the kind that made enough noise that everyone in here stopped what they were doing to pay attention to it for a few minutes. the quick darkness passing over, the water like buckets hitting sidewalks and car tops. the window view blurs into a painting on the wall. and quickly, it ends. it’s like the cloud shakes itself of and moves along out to sea. just splashing our city clean and fresh.