I've been wondering about this for a while now. As most of my readers know I'm German born and raised. I grew up and lived there for the first 23 years of my life. Needless to say, I've seen my share of weather in Germany and it can easily be summed up in about three words: rainy, gray and depressing, most of the time. If you wanted to sum it up in one word, I think a simple, resounding "bad" would suffice. We get our fair share of rain in Germany, going along with the general gray-ness of the weather and usually, when it rains, the temperature drops. Quite frequently the drop is rather dramatic, and it gets really cold during and after the rain. This probably goes for most of Europe, or most places really. Rain cools down the temperature.
For most of the past ten years, I've called South Florida my home of choice. Florida, as everyone knows, is famous for it's gorgeous weather, great temperatures in the winter and steaming-hot and humid summers...and then there's hurricane season. Mostly that just means a lot of rain and thunderstorms and maybe one or two serious storms between June and November. However, in Florida, when the rain comes, it may get windy, it may drop a few degrees during the rain and then after, it gets hotter than it was before. Quite frequently you can see steam rising off of the asphalt outside. However, in the grand scheme of things, it's still freakin' hot, not a lot of temperature change.
By now you're probably thinking, thanks for the weather history of two random places on our planet, but what's that got to do with anything, especially me?
Well, something really weird happens to me when it rains here in Florida. I watch myself do this every time it rains here and I have no explanation for this phenomenon. First, I get really cold feet, then I will start getting goosebumps and a minute after it really starts pouring out, you will see me rifle through my dresser drawers, digging up ski socks, leggings, hoodies, you name it. I will put on layer after layer of clothing, meanwhile it is 80 degrees Fahrenheit outside. As hot and humid as ever...
What makes me do this, I wonder? Has years of growing up in Germany, where it always gets cold when it rains, conditioned me to associate rain with cold, so much, that even when I know it is completely unreasonable, I feel cold in July in Florida, as soon as a thunderstorm is creeping in?
I find this both weird and interesting: apparently my experiences involving weather in my "formative" years in Germany seem to prevail, and clearly trump the older (and supposedly wiser) Me, and my more recent experiences. I guess you really don't easily "un-do" learned behaviors or memories like that.
HMMMM...
Please feel free to comment if you have similar experiences, with weather or otherwise, I'd love to hear them...
For comic value, I've attached a picture of me after my latest thunderstorm induced dresser-raid!! ;-)
For most of the past ten years, I've called South Florida my home of choice. Florida, as everyone knows, is famous for it's gorgeous weather, great temperatures in the winter and steaming-hot and humid summers...and then there's hurricane season. Mostly that just means a lot of rain and thunderstorms and maybe one or two serious storms between June and November. However, in Florida, when the rain comes, it may get windy, it may drop a few degrees during the rain and then after, it gets hotter than it was before. Quite frequently you can see steam rising off of the asphalt outside. However, in the grand scheme of things, it's still freakin' hot, not a lot of temperature change.
By now you're probably thinking, thanks for the weather history of two random places on our planet, but what's that got to do with anything, especially me?
Well, something really weird happens to me when it rains here in Florida. I watch myself do this every time it rains here and I have no explanation for this phenomenon. First, I get really cold feet, then I will start getting goosebumps and a minute after it really starts pouring out, you will see me rifle through my dresser drawers, digging up ski socks, leggings, hoodies, you name it. I will put on layer after layer of clothing, meanwhile it is 80 degrees Fahrenheit outside. As hot and humid as ever...
What makes me do this, I wonder? Has years of growing up in Germany, where it always gets cold when it rains, conditioned me to associate rain with cold, so much, that even when I know it is completely unreasonable, I feel cold in July in Florida, as soon as a thunderstorm is creeping in?
I find this both weird and interesting: apparently my experiences involving weather in my "formative" years in Germany seem to prevail, and clearly trump the older (and supposedly wiser) Me, and my more recent experiences. I guess you really don't easily "un-do" learned behaviors or memories like that.
HMMMM...
Please feel free to comment if you have similar experiences, with weather or otherwise, I'd love to hear them...
For comic value, I've attached a picture of me after my latest thunderstorm induced dresser-raid!! ;-)