Here’s a secret: your town might have its own weird weather rules. Maybe you live near a mountain range that forces clouds to dump their load. Or maybe you’re in a valley that traps moisture like a soup bowl.
I lived in Seattle once, and everyone told me, “It rains every day.” Turns out, it’s mostly drizzle. But right now? This is not drizzle. This is a pay-per-view water fight, and we didn’t sign up.
Is It Just Bad Luck?
Sometimes, honestly, it’s just a streak. Weather is chaotic. Think of it like a dice game where the dice keep rolling rain for three weeks straight. The cosmic dice are just having a laugh at our expense.
But here’s the good news: streaks end. Even the most stubborn low-pressure system eventually gets bored and wanders off to bother someone else. The sun is not on strike—it’s just running late to the party.
