I am a Seattleite by birth, though quickly becoming a Southern Californian at heart. The little bit of the northwest that is in me loves the rain! But the valley girl in me loves it L.A. style - all at once, and just for a day or two. Rain here is an event, while rain in Seattle is a way of life. I prefer the event: the way everyone goes scrambling for an umbrella for the slightest little sprinkle, the fact that restaurants and shops clear out so that patrons can go cuddle up next to the fire (never mind that it's probably still 70 degrees), and, because I have a four-year-old boy, the puddle stomping that inevitably follows. Yesterday was such an event. I'm not sure if the precipitation was measurable, and it still didn't dip below 80, but we had rain! Or at least we did at Target. Parker is still convinced that it simply doesn't rain at our new home. By the time we got back from errands, all traces of dampness were gone and he announced "it never rains here mama". I hope he's wrong, I keep assuring him that he's wrong, but in the four months since we've moved in, the sky has yet to prove me right!