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In Portland, early spring is the best time for weather. Not too hot, not too cold, and decent rain without being overbearing. Here, "spring" lasts from about March until near the end of June. Toward the end of June, the temperature suddenly skyrockets, transitioning from spring to summer virtually overnight. One day it is partly cloudy and 75F, and the very next day it is dry, cloudless, and 90F. And it stays that way for nearly three months straight. The summers here really suck. People say that this area has a mild climate, but that's not really true. The summers here are baking hot and exceptionally dry. It is not at all uncommon for there to be several days during the summer where the temperature is over 100 degrees F. At least summer doesn't last too long here, and it isn't anywhere near as humid as Georgia. From September through February, it cools off a lot, but never really gets very cold. The unending rain, however, limits any outdoor activities that one would normally take part in during a cool day.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Originally Posted by Shade

Not too hot yet, but the rain is dying down a bit so people LEARN TO FUCKING DRIVE. We live in a state that has rain 3/4 of the year, and yet people freak out and drive 25 under when someone spits on the road.

The people here don't know how to drive period, but that is a story for a different thread...

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I also love thunderstorms. The more violent they are, the more excited I get. I have been told by a few that my demeanor is lacking in passion. This is thoroughly untrue during a thunderstorm for you will see my deepest passions instantly brought to the surface. You will always find me outside, on the front porch or in the driveway, studying the clouds. I flit from spot to spot rapidly, checking each direction for indications that the storm is worsening. I cheer with each flash of lightning and take in the thunder like a person takes in massage. I love to watch the rain fall down in sheets, as they wash across the asphalt in visible waves. I delight at the manifestation of hail and often toss stuff into the yard to see how much damage the hail can do. I take in the chilling winds and let it flow all around me as I marvel at how it whips the tree branches and power lines around. I breathe deep and enjoy the earthy scent of rain and dirt colliding. I frequently run inside and refresh the computer to the Weather Channel's website, looking for whatever warnings may be in effect. The more there are, the happier I am. If there is a tornado watch, you will see my eyes burst open in glee as I run outside and immediately scan the sky in every direction for signs of cloud rotation. If there's a tornado warning (which is rare in my part), I don't hunker down in the safest corner of the basement like a sensible person. I rush outside, standing directly in the downpouring rain, just so I can catch a glimpse of that fucker. I am like a child left to roam free in a candy shop each time a thunderstorm passes overhead. I love the chaos and the raw power unleashed. And you can really only get this during the summer months around here.

My God. You just described, so exquisitely, my deepest, most passionate feelings about thunderstorms. People always told me I was crazy or strange for being disappointed when a major storm system missed our town, but it is good to know that someone else understands.

The thing I miss the most about living in Georgia is the thunderstorms. My room mate thinks this is insane, but you obviously know how I must feel. Man, I wish I could go back right now for a visit... my entire being aches to hear a good peal of thunder, to see lightning flashing in the distance, to see the trees dancing in the wind like some frantic, tumultuous ballet, to smell the healthy, earthy scent in the storm's aftermath. The raw power and dynamism of it made me feel so alive. Portland is nice and all, but the sameness of the weather day in and day out actually really bums me out if I think about it too much. There is no power or dynamism in the atmosphere here. It is perfectly blue and sunny all summer long, and perfectly gray and rainy all winter long. It's so gentle, so predictable, so... boring.

I can't say I feel the same way about sunny, hot days though. I am already sweating when the temperature is in the mid-70s, any higher and I feel like I'm melting.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Yeah, Portland is like that too. It was very rainy all throughout fall, winter, and spring and was fairly cool and overcast until recently. Love it, can't wait for the soft white cloud cover to come back and give everything that gentle diffuse glow again, while I fall asleep to the quiet pitter-patter of the rain.

Summers here tend to be much hotter than Seattle though. Yesterday it was over 90.

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