I've spent most of the past three years working in the rain. And gales. And sleet. And snow. We joke that summer lasts about five days—and even then it's wet.
It gets to the point where you don't notice that it's raining or that the wind is hitting 40mph. Instead, you find it bizarre when you go outside to sunshine, blue skies, and not a breath of wind.
Still, it's better than the long dry spell we had four years ago when our borehole ran dry and we found ourselves short of water. And mud is better than dust.
