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Posted May 19, 2012 by Nicole Yunger Halpern
Updated May 19, 2012 at 03:20 PM
Lancaster, the UK city whose dialect flummoxed me last December, hailed on me this evening.
Hoping to admire the sunset, I sallied forth from work into a driving wind. The wind pummeled me with hailstones like a middle-school bully with taunts. Though I’ll keep suppressing my memories of middle-school taunts, I didn’t mind the hail. Because you know what helps one appreciate hail?
Near-freezing rain. Which Lancaster dumped on me this morning.
Hoping to taste the fresh air, I sallied forth from home into a downpour. The downpour pounded my umbrella like a real-estate agent pounding a physicist at Monopoly. Though I avoid challenging real-estate agents to Monopoly, I didn’t mind the downpour. Because who needs sunshine when sampling a potpourri of precipitations?
Growing up in Florida, I encountered no precipitation less mundane than rain. And Florida Humidity, which has enough body to earn it not only precipitation status, but also capitalization and a Social Security Number. The hailstorm that punctuated my childhood lasted twenty minutes. Having pirouetted through a ballet class during the spectacle, I regretted missing it.
Regret needles me no longer. Lancaster offers not only mundane rain and humidity—not only near-freezing rain and hail—but also freezing rain and Insta-Melt Snow (“Solid enough to arouse snow-angel dreams, but melts on contact!”).
Not converted to the cult of cloudiness? Consider my bedroom window. That window doesn’t face westward. But if it did, you might ask, “Do you enjoy watching the sun set?” I’d reply, “I can’t watch the sun set, because clouds cover the sun. But what clouds they are! What rain they promise! What a feast for the eyes, the ears, the skin, the sweatshirt pressed into rain-jacket duty!”
Perhaps I celebrate rain to console myself. When Google offered me buttons purported to change the weather this April Fools’ Day, I growled, “Don’t tempt me.” But we’re told, if life hands you lemons, make lemonade. If the sky hands you rain, start singin’ in it. If I hand you an umbrella as a souvenir from Lancaster, you’ll understand why.
If I hand you an umbrella, moreover, thank me for not bringing one souvenir more characteristic of Lancaster: near-freezing rain.
The author wrote this article approximately one month ago. Though May hasn’t hailed on her (yet), it prohibits her from leaving home sans hat, scarf, gloves, coat, and at least one sweater.