I’m tired of the constant and unvaried bias toward sunny weather in the media. It’s become a kind of brainwashing, and I would like to hear something like this, for once, on a weather forecast:
“This weekend, we can look forward to clouds and rain, constant and drenching, enough to fill the aquifers, knock the dust down, water the fields and gardens, and wash the dog pee off all the fire hydrants. Enjoy catching up on your indoor projects, but make sure you spend some time outside getting wet if you’re able, and if not, poke your head out into an alley and hear what singer-songwriter Bruce Cockburn describes as “trashcan bells” ringing.
My father taught me that all weather should be appreciated, and I think we will all be happier if we I take it as it comes.
Dad’s weather book, a good read even if you don’t live there.