Dear Tropical Rain

(there will be no photo for this one, because I am on a public computer at the U of H campus, and they won't let me download anything)

Dear Tropical Rain,

So my friend, we are together at last. Off and on for the last two days, you have been coming down on me, Tropical Rain. And know what? I don't give a F---.

That's right. You are nothing at all like Portland Rain. Nothing at all. Because where Portland Rain makes me moody and grim and just plain pissed off, you feels kind of nice. You is a nice feel of freshness during a hot spell. You is just plain delightful.

I mean - how many rainbows ever appear in Portland? Probably around two, but I've never seen any of them, anyway. But I'll say two just to be polite. And they may be pretty and all, but anytime rain is combined with Portland (ESPECIALLY if there is sun), that's just a sad thing.

Here (in Hawaii)? It's wonderful. These five minute light showers that come and go - bringing a fresh "green" scent to everything around me, making constant rainbows, looking all dramatic over the mountains. I can't complain at all. There's no running for cover or feeling the need to hide indoors until it passes. Nope. There's just standing there with a slight grin on my face as I stare up into the you. Then - a few minutes later - I continue on my way to the beach or some other ridiculously sunny and beautiful spot. Not at all like Portland Rain.

And the very direct contrast (as it rained the days before I headed out here) makes the you even more delightful for me. Because I get up in the morning, put on my flip flops and shorts, and walk out the door (maybe I'll go get some breakfast). And then I see the slight gray tinge to the sky and the wet concrete.

Now, in my previous world (Portland), this would mean an immediate change of plans (and attire). I would have to throw on a jacket, some long pants, and DEFINITELY put some close-toes shoes on. That's what I'd have to do in PORTLAND.

Here? I just grin and keep walking. It's like an early-morning dew-shower. Wow - that sounds nice, doesn't it? An early-morning dew-shower. I think I could sell that concept.

And that's what I get here, as I walk around, looking for my breakfast. An early-morning dew-shower for me while the poor souls in Portland have to deal with a most-of-the-day crap-shower that entails a change of clothes and plans. That's right. I'm a little bit happy to be here.

So - quite obviously - I thank you, Tropical Rain. And I appreciate you. You makes me smile in the morning (or whenever else you happens), and I definitely appreciate the very stark contrast between you and my nemesis, Portland Rain. So thank you for being your own soul and not trying to be like any other kind of rain out there - because you, Tropical Rain, is definitely the best kind.

Off to Eat a Bagel and Buy Some U of H Gear,
CVT

*Loyal Reader - I'll let you know what colour I end up getting when next I post.