Do not complain when it rains.
Water is life and rain is pure.
It waters the soil so that green things may grow and wild things may drink.
It cleans the air and the land so that life might take hold.
Civilizations live and die by the rain falling in their footsteps.
Since ages long past people have prayed for the rain
and sacrificed human life to appease gods, that they might turn blood to water and send the rain.
From the clouds fall the rain and from the rain flows the streams, rivers, lakes, oceans, forests, fish, birds, creatures and all life that springs forth so miraculously on this planet.
How fortunate are we to have found such a place for our people, lush and green between the shores of a great ocean which delivers the rain and the shadows of mighty mountains which return it to us.
Here deep forests grow, filled with things beyond our imaginations, shrouded in the mists of rain.
And here rivers course wide, strong, and swift, fed by the most tiny of raindrops on mountaintops.
The day the rain stops falling in Seattle will mark a time of great grief,
for human tears are salty and though we might collect them in great volume they will not feed forests.
So when it rains turn your faces upwards and feel the kiss of the sky on your cheeks,
For from these clouds flows life and all of its beauties. 
photo by Melanie Connor, the New York Times