Are there weather woes where you are?

A few years ago, I received the following email from someone I know. I've saved it to remind myself not to complain overmuch about the weather. I have no idea if the weather in Manitoba is, or ever has been, this miserable... but still. I find it reassuring to remember that whatever the weather is where I am, it could always be worse.

Fortunately, even where I am, the weather is supposed to be nice today, even nicer by New Years Day. It's funny to think that there was nearly a foot of snow on the ground a few days ago - especially when temperatures in the 50's are predicted for Saturday!

A friend of ours from church is a dog breeder, and she corresponds via email with some breeders in Manitoba, Canada. She asked them how the weather was the other day. Here is the reply she received:

It is raining today. It rained overnight last night, and most of yesterday, and the day before that. And before that. And before that. It will rain this evening. And through the night. And tomorrow, and
probably Wednesday. The rain is incessant. Unstoppable. Never ending. Copious. Unrelenting. And wet.

Apart from the rain...it is cold. A damp cold (due to the rain.) A chilly, into your bones, cannot ever feel warm cold. Joints ache. Feet ache. Toes ache. Knees ache. Head aches. Fingers ache (oops - redundant - it is the finger JOINTS which ache).

Apart from the rain and the cold, and the aches, it is dark. Grey. Gloomy. Overcast. An unending sheet of pewter foil covers the sky from horizon to horizon to horizon to horizon, and all points between. One continuous, unending, unstoppable, humungous CLOUD fills one's eyes no matter where one casts a glance.

Apart from the rain, and the cold, and the aches, and the grey...the dogs are wet. Smelly wet.  Dripping wet. Shake all over and flail me with smelly droplets of dirty water wet. Wet to the belly and beyond. Wet to the eyeballs. And dirty. Running through puddles in the gravel dirty. Digging in puddles and rooting in puddles dirty. To the eyeballs dirty (from the rooting part).

Apart from the rain, and the cold, and the aches, and the grey, and the dirty wet smelly dogs... It is windy. Not a gentle lift the hair on your brow breezy, but a roaring, whistle through the cracks in the garage doors and moan for entrance windy. Windy enough to whip your wet hair into your eyes,
should it be that long. Windy enough to make the flagpole drop down a notch. Windy enough to cause last week's laundry (still on the line as it has not yet DRIED) to whip over and around the clothesline to such an extent that it is now impossible to remove, as no one knows where the clothes pegs are in the tangled-up, sodden mess...

Apart from the rain, and the cold, and the aches, and the grey and the wet dogs and the wind... We are fine.

How’s the weather out your way???