Rain rain go away!

I think I complain a lot (Matt would agree).  I'm hungry.  I'm tired.  I wish I had a bigger house.  But hey, these things are true.  One complaint that is quite common around here is: I want this rain to go away.  We live in Oregon.  We have lots of trees.  It's pretty.  Yada yada, but we sure pay the price with a lot of rain.  My background is in psychology, so I should be able to supply myself with enough positive self talk to make these long winters (and falls and springs) more manageable.  Like, I'm glad it's not snowing, and I am so lucky I didn't have to scrape my car this morning, and I have my health, two gorgeous, smart, and healthy children, and I have a fiance who loves me and is interested enough in our wedding to have special requests (like last night, "Can I have a crunk cup at the wedding?"  No, Matt, you may not.)  Anyway, it rains here.  So, we went on a wet walk after I got home from work last night.  Mateo likes the rain.  He can use his Thomas umbrella.  He's not complaining.