posted on May, 17 2012 @ 07:23 PM
Growing up in pittsburgh, i have had my fair share of rain.
When i moved to phoenix, the first week i was there, there was a small rainstorm. Everybody went outside to stand in it and we couldn't figure out
what the heck was wrong with these people.
After a few months of hot cloudless skies, the first time it rained, we were standing in it. The change, any change, was bliss from the monotomy.
Everybody there wants to live in Seattle.
I do appreciate a good rainy day, or a good thunderstorm. But there is such a thing as too little or too much of a good thing.