...for the rest of my life.
No, not really, but that's how all of Portland felt this morning when we woke up to the oh-so-familiar sound of rain on our respective roofs. (Yes, I did just try to spell that rooves at first.)
The funny thing is though - no one I've talked to has been negative about it. We all knew it was coming this weekend and we spent last week sitting outside in our light jackets and we took that last late night walk across the bridge and then we kind of smiled at each other and said, "The rain is coming back."
I guess when your city is known for something, you start to miss it when it's gone.
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