It's Raining...

...and I'm ok with that. This weekend has been rainy, stormy, and windy down here in Arizona. It reminds me of home and I like it. It's nice when it rains down here because it feels like everything finally gets clean from all the dirt and dry air. But at the same time, it also means that everything floods, and that gets kind of gross. Exhibit A:

Sometimes days like these are my favorite because I can just lounge around and relax and not feel like I have to be outside enjoying the sunshine. I love curling up with a good book with the rain coming down outside. It's kind of soothing to me. Maybe because I grew up with it, that it's my comfort weather now.

Meanwhile, back home it was a beautiful sunny and clear weekend in Seattle. It probably looked a little something like this:

I found out recently that there's actually a song about how Seattle has the bluest skies... Apparently, it was the theme song sung by Perry Como for a TV series from 1968 called Here Comes the Bride, which was based off of the musical Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (one of my favorite musicals!). Of course, I googled the song, so here are the full lyrics I found here.

The bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle

And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle

Like a beautiful child, growing up, free an' wild

Full of hopes an' full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears

Full of dreams to last the years, in Seattle... in Seattle

When it's time to leave your home and your loved ones

It's the hardest thing a boy can ever do

An' you pray that you will find someone warm an' sweet an' kind

But you're not sure what's waiting there for you

The bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle

And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle

Like a beautiful child, growing up, free an' wild

Full of hopes an' full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears

Full of dreams to last the years, in Seattle... in Seattle

(Instrumental break)

When you find your own true love, you will know it

By her smile, by the look in her eye

Scent of pine trees in the air, never knew a day so fair

It makes you feel so proud that you could cry

The bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle

And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle

Like a beautiful child, growing up, free an' wild

Full of hopes an' full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears

Full of dreams to last the years, in Seattle... in Seattle

In Seattle... in Seattle... in Seattle!

Oh, Seattle, how I miss you. You do have the bluest skies and the greenest hills. I cannot wait to move back home!