Germans are obsessed with the weather and talking about the weather and worrying about the weather – for a good reason. Often it simply sucks. Like mostly right now.
Call me spoiled Californian brat but cold pouring rain should not be part of summer. Don’t get me wrong, I can happily (more or less) live with a warm tropical rain storm, one of those that soaks you like a shower in three minutes flat after which time the rain stops just as suddenly and you go your merry way, dripping but warm.
This here is different. It rains, it is cold, it is grey – and it will be so for some time to come. It always rains at the most inconvenient times, too. Imagine geek-boy and I all ready to go to run this or that errand (by bike), standing in the door ready to step out: it starts raining! Imagine geek-husband and I picking up some second hand furniture by car, once we hauled it down 4 flights of stairs (these things are always up four flights of stairs, no elevator) and open the car to put the furniture in: it starts raining.
It rains from the car to the hardware store, then stops and starts again when we leave the hardware store. It rains in the evening just long enough so that my parents nag me to put the car into the garage (don’t ask!). I sigh, walk to the car, get wet, put it in the garage, walk back – it stops raining.
I should be happy about the rain, having experienced the California drought first hand, I should rejoice in the idea of rain. And I do, sort of theoretically. I’d love to send the rain over to California, I am good at sharing the wealth, really. California, you can have it, take it, all of the rain between now and say end of October. You’re welcome!