A newcomer to Portland (or Seattle) arrives on a rainy day.

She gets up
the next day and it's raining.

It also rains the day after that, and the
day after that.

She goes out to lunch and sees a young kid and, out of despair, asks,
"Hey, kid, does it ever stop raining around here?"

The kid says, "How should I know? I'm only 6."