It’s raining again.

If you surf through various Montreal blogs, you discover rather quickly that we talk about the weather frequently. For example, the five Montreal blogs I checked out this morning all mentioned that it rained this weekend. Mine didn’t, but this post makes up for it. (I decided I didn’t want to dwell on standing in the rain for forty minutes on the corner of Cavendish and Sherbrooke, where there’s a nasty wind-tunnel effect. And you certainly didn’t need to hear how miserable I was.)

We’re very sensitive to weather. It changes, frequently. We’re at its mercy, even though we don’t allow it to stop us. A Montrealer can make it to work through pretty much anything, which is why we laugh at Torontonians when they call out the army after a snowfall. Still, weather play an enormous role in our lives. The sun comes out – we smile. It rains for six weeks – we grump. (And become perpetually soggy, which makes our tempers short.) Yet through it all, most of us find the room in our days and hearts to appreciate the weather. “Look at that wind!” we’ll say. Or, “The lightning – it’s so brittle and beautiful, isn’t it?” Yep. Montrealers understand how weather fits into our personalities, all right. We are in awe, even if we grumble. We lean into a storm and relish it. We soak up the sun on the mountain when we can. Short skirts, sandals. Parkas, hiking boots. Gloves. Hats, sun or winter.

So, it’s raining today. Like it did Sunday, and Saturday too. This time last year, the farmers were crying for rain. The corn was only a couple of inches high. This year, they’re crying for it to stop. The stalks are rotting in the fields. Despite our lovely damp Spring, our fruits and vegetables will cost a lot more than usual this summer. They’re calling for a damp Summer, which means you’ll be seeing a lot of YUL posts about rain.

You’ve been warned.