Ah, I like extreme weather. And rain, at least when you’re inside, is particularly satisfying to watch when it’s absolutely pelting it down. Bouncing outside and you’re indoors, warm, with a coffee, writing in a lovely leather bound journal with a nice pen as the heavens hammer down. Of course it sucks if you’re out in it, and there is always the dog to take out, but even he’s getting to an age where he actually says ‘fuck that’ and just goes back in the house anyway. It is cool to be indoors safe and listening, and watching the rain.
I remember that time I got caught in a thunderstorm coming off a mountain in the west. How we went up mountains without the knowledge of the MWIS! As the rains came we went for the trees, but then the lightning came and we had to just keep going. I’ve been wet on a lot of mountains, soaked, but that was once where I just waded through the river because it was quicker and didn’t feel any worse off. Mental. But also fun and memorable and probably 15 years ago, which is crazy but still sticks in my memory.