They say that the Eskimos have a huge number of words for snow. Of course, that is a topic of debate, and Eskimo is an antiquated term now largely discarded in favor of Inuit. But, my point? Well, that may or may not be true, but what I do know is that Pacific Northwesterners have a ton of words for rain.
Precipitation, rain, drizzle, rainfall, driving rain, mizzle, mist, pour, pouring buckets, dumping buckets, spitting, raining cats and dogs, pelting rain, sprinkle, shower, deluge, pissing rain, torrential rain, drenching rain, light rain, heavy rain, bring the Ark over and let’s climb aboard rain. Ok, I made that last one up – but I think we should start a movement and see if it catches on. Whatever word you use, it has been raining here, is expected to continue raining, and I would like it to stop.
Last night I walked with a friend in a rain that alternated between a light rain and a drizzle, and eventually settled into a mist before it grudgingly stopped. Today I went for a walk at lunch in a fine mist. The rain is supposed to increase for the next couple of days too. My walking clothes are all covered in a layer of fine mud around the ankles, and the house is filled with the lovely aroma of tennis shoes drying over the heater vent.
Please don’t tell me that we are having a mild winter here in the PNW, or that we recently had one of the driest January’s on record. I know all that. My perspective is my own, based on nothing other than the fact that several pairs of my gloves are wet and I have been constantly wiping my glasses. Even when it isn’t raining, the sky is gray. We are halfway through winter, and I am tired of the rain…