We're paying for a weekend of blue skies (fairly unusual here) with rain and more rain. The weather is so consistently rainy here that the prevailing wisdom is "there is no bad weather, only inappropriately dressed people." The upside to the bad weather is that you really appreciate a nice sunny day and never take it for granted. Even Maddie comments when the sun is shining.
Since it does rain here so much, people just go on about their business--people of all ages. Moms are pushing around strollers with plastic bubbles around them, kids are playing with rubber boots on, but the best are the nuns from the local Catholic Hospital. You would never seen octagenarians strolling in the rain in Arkansas (actually, you rarely see anyone strolling), but here you'll see two elderly nuns sharing an umbrella because the one with two good legs is holding it over the one using her walker. Or they both might be in rain slickers because one is pushing the other in a wheelchair.
I think that just as living in Boston changed our definition of "bad traffic", living in Duesseldorf will change our idea of what "bad weather" really is. So far, none of us has melted.
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