BTW, This isn't a new attempt at textures, it is the hydrangea outside of my window, during a hailstorm yesterday. November is well documented around here as one of the wettest months available to us Lower Mainlanders. Apparently all of our beautiful scenery must come at a price. If you live on the wet coast, you learn to to tuck your head down, and run for it. Run for cover, from the door of the building, to the car. Run, from the sidewalk up to the store, and run, run, and run, where ever you go. Most of us are in great shape, from all that running. Tucking your head in your waterproof, hooded jacket, because there is no way a umbrella is going to do you any good other than act as a launching missile for the wind. Some brave souls claim that the weather doesn't bother them. That they don't notice how wet they are. Hmmmmm. Soggy and wet, and you don't notice it? No comment.
We love the rain, we have the dewiest skin of any country in the world. Look, no wrinkles, they are all washed out. Our streets are clean, washed and ready for visitors. Our bare branches of the trees sparkle with diamonds, glistening drops of pure rain. We probably have the highest contact lens sales here, because glasses are always wet, and steamy. As long as you wear the obligatory uniform of a waterproof jacket, and great big hood, you will fit right in here. We love the rain, come visit, you'll just need to learn to"tuck and run."
