If you live somewhere the sun doesn't always shine, isn't it better to decide that bad weather isn't necessarily all bad?
If you decide to like rain, at the very least it means you'll be happier more often...
So here are my top reasons for not minding rain in the Yorkshire Dales:
1. It definitely contributes to the beauty of the Yorkshire Dales. Without rain, the grass would not be as lush and green.
2. The Yorkshire Dales are so-called because of the dales - the river valleys. Without rain, we wouldn't have rivers and the Dales would be something else entirely.
3. Some places are definitely at their best when it rains, especially waterfalls that look so much better and more dramatic after a good downpour.
4. Heavy rain is a good reason to retreat into a cosy pub and enjoy the atmosphere of a lovely indoor space, hearty food, good drinks and company. A good pub turns into an excellent one when you're inside and it's raining outside.
5. Rainbows are instantly uplifting, instilling wonder and marvel for a few sudden, unexpected precious minutes. And that's always a good thing.
6. Rain after a few sunny days means we get to enjoy 'petrichor', the wonderful name for the special smell and feel of earth dampened by rain after a dry spell.
7. A few days of wet weather always make us appreciate the dry, warmer days much more. Isn't it wonderful to be able to enjoy all the different seasons?
8. Rain can really highlight nature's beauty: a few drops of rain on a leaf, or caught in a spider's web encourage us to stop, look and appreciate.
9. Puddles. Horrible in the wrong shoes, delightful in wellies. Dogs love them. Children love them. One of my fondest birthday party memories was when a small group of my friends and I were allowed to splosh about in some huge puddles on a track near my house. I'm sure my parents went to a lot of trouble to arrange birthday treats but the one when everyone got to paddle in "Briggsie's puddles" was one of the best.
10. In some places rain sends people scuttling inside. Here it's a great conversation starter. A wry smile, and quick glance towards the sky, "it's looking black over our Bill's mothers" when it's still maybe 'fair t'middlin', some drizzle or 'it's spitting', and then a torrential downpour bringing with it some wonderfully rich expressions: 'raining cats and dogs', 'siling down', 'chucking it down', and 'raining stair rods'.
And then there's that wonderful feeling of getting absolutely saturated, knowing your clothes are more than just damp, seeing your flesh turn blotchy with the power of the cold and rain, being able to go inside, put on the kettle, and get changed and warm and dry again. Isn't rain wonderful?