Portland, Oregon. Home of the wierdest weather in North America
This afternoon, the clouds parted, the sun came out, and it stopped raining.
At least it stopped raining in front of our house. When we looked out into our backyard, the rain was still pouring down, with the dividing line between rain and no rain being approximately the back wall of the kitchen.
There are many things I don't like about Oregon, but the weather is not one of them. A typical Portland spring day brings the sort of surreal feeling that would otherwise require attending a Mount Doom "press conference" or twenty.
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Themba Wed Apr 19 18:01:23 2006
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Have you read “They” by Robert Heinlein? It is this very scenario that puts the protagonist into a mental institution and touches off the story.
I’m sorry about your luck :)