Okay, so it rains a lot in Portland

It rained again today.

Recently, I've been thinking about a cool fact concerning the northernmost native people of North America: that they have a million (or whatever) words for "snow". And I'm wondering why Pacific Northwesterners don't have a million words for rain.

What do we call a day like today, when it pours for three minutes straight, followed by bright and eye-searing sunlight? You can literally watch the water evaporate off of the pavement.

Rains like today smell good, too. Just enough rain to pull the stinky stuff out of the air, distribute a fresh, wet smell to the world, and then disappear before the quick (but often wet) ride home.

So let the naming begin. Pick your favorite kind of rain, give it a name. Then tell me both. I'll pick my favorites and post them later.

I'll begin.

JacksonPollackRain: the fast appearing, fast leaving, spattering of rain I described earlier. You figure it out.

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