December is Seattle’s rainiest month. Half the time, the city receives 5 to 8 inches of precipitation for the month.
Yes, the Daffs look a little soggy. It’s raining here. I meant to snap a photo yesterday when it was dry. I heard a news clip saying something about lots of rain and records being broke. I tried to look it up this morning because I just wasn’t feeling the crush of a low, hanging gray sky like I have in the past. Spoiler alert, if rain depresses you, don’t look up Seattle averages. For 2015 we were 7 inches about the average and most of those extra inches of rain accumulated in December.
Here’s the thing; I have lived here my whole life. I feel like I have seen more Seattle blue sky in the last 12 months than I ever have in any 1 year period. I think it is true, but when I look at the weather stats, I question myself. Maybe it is just the way the rain has fallen. Somedays I am running into the Y, hood up, trying to quickly escape the pelting drops. That same afternoon, I drive along in glorious sunshine, with blue skies mixed in with the fluffy white clouds, trying to remember the morning rain as my wipers squeak across the dry windshield. Has the weather pattern changed where we get more rain all at once, instead of that never ending drizzle that seems to go on for days?
I’m not sure. And then I look out my window and see the daffodils blooming. They make me smile. Maybe in the past I have been so grumpy about the rain I never really appreciated the patches of blue sky we do get. I am trying to adopt a motto of one of my Y friends, ‘don’t squander a sunny day’. However, most days my to-do list is long and I don’t have a whole day to take off and be outside. So instead I am trying to appreciate a sunny moment, feel the sun on my face, the bright in my eyes. And, try not to notice my windows are dirty.