This morning I woke up the sound of heavy rain on the window and felt excited. As I said recently – I love rain. On the other hand my wife woke up and said "what awful weather".
Even on Friday when I drove my truck out of the yard with heavy rain obscuring the mirrors, car headlights sparkling and dazzling my view, it felt exciting. Terrifying, but exciting.
I don't tend to do much mountaineering in the summer. It is when the air gets colder, the days shorter, and the exciting prospect of snow becomes a possibility, that I start sorting my kit out and planning trips.
Bad weather feels real, coping with it makes me feel alive and it is so true that "There is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes!"
The Obvious? 