When we moved to Oregon, I got my wish.
When the sun is out, there is always something that needs to be done. I think it might be hard-wired in us. The lawn needs to be mowed, the garden needs to be planted, or windows need to be washed. The lavender needs to be weeded or trimmed or harvested. But when it rains, many of these things become less likely (though not impossible) and instead I am presented with another possibility: rest, introspection, creativity. The rain somehow slows life down.
Sure, there are moments when I tire of the grey skies, but I know that the time is coming soon when the rain will go away for a while. And when that happens, I will welcome the sun, embrace its light, and appreciate its warmth. I will get busy tending all of the lavender plants that will be bursting forth with blooms and will inhale their lovely fragrance. But for now, I will enjoy this slower time, listen to the rain on my roof, and maybe head outside to splash in a puddle or two.