I never realized how lucky I've been to live in a place where it rains a decent amount.
Since I started at my college a few weeks ago, I've made many friends. One I became very close to is from California; I'll call her "M" because I don't want to use her real name. She isn't really used to the weather here in Western New York, but she's adapting to the cooler weather pretty well.
Within a few days of us meeting, the temperature here dropped from high 80s (Fahrenheit) to low 70s and high 60s. I thought it was very comfortable but M was cold and borderline shivering. I thought it was odd at first but then remembered how hot it was when I went to LA in the spring (seriously, hot do people live there? It's oppressively hot.) and it made more sense.
We are now getting into the rainy end-of-summer that usually follows a hot June to August. M told me that the first time it rained, she stood at her window and watched. She couldn't believe how