It's raining today for the third day in a row, which would make it around the 8th or so day of rain in total since I arrived on September 16.
I notice a change in my attitude to the weather- back home, if the forecast calls for rain, I'd ask myself, "should I take an umbrella?", and of course I would. And off I'd go.
Here, when the forecast calls for rain (if the threat is convincing enough, as they totally over-forecast it), I ask myself "do I need to go out? Is it that important? I can cancel my plans, there's always tomorrow". And I tend to stay in.
I don't feel particularly wimpy (I just got in from the rain, survived it, with no whining or feelings of persecution), but it is interesting that when rain is a much more infrequent event, it becomes a much bigger deal. I was glad to get out today in it though, I have to build my weather endurance back up for my return to Canada for the summer!