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Everybody says the Pacific Northwest is rainy. And sure, it is. But it’s almost always a drizzle so fine office workers will sometimes sit out in it and housepainters will (only half-jokingly) say “that’s not rain that’s coastal fog… keep working.”

Meanwhile in northern Virginia, almost in sight of Washington, D.C, it was raining so hard a few minutes ago I got more thoroughly drenched just running across the street to catch a shuttle than I have in all the years I’ve lived in the northwest. Combined!

Point being that even though it rains “all the time” hardly anyone in the urban Northwest except little kids and tourists actually owns an umbrella because you don’t really need them. But here? I don’t think I’m going to bother here either — it was raining so hard an umbrella wouldn’t have helped!

It was raining so hard I got soaked to what would be my underwear. Assuming I wore underwear. Which usually isn’t a problem. Unless you get so wet people can… almost tell. Even through heavy jeans!

Happy HNT (or Half-nekkid Thursday!)