It’s always raining in Portland (Oregon), at least every time we’ve been there, except for last June, when it was 95 degrees and humid, which everyone said was very unusual. The people who live in Portland love it because, they say, the summers are so beautiful – not hot, not humid, not rainy.
They live in Portland for the summers (and, admittedly, Portland is a very cool town, even in the rain).
Despite the oil refinery and the waste treatment plant and the place that piles crushed cars in a huge stack, all of which you see just as you leave the Philadelphia airport, we live here for the spring. And the fall. And, when they happen, the snowy winters.
Not the summers, for which we have Portland. Just hoping this June will be better than last.