One of the things that I really love – like intensely appreciate – about Vancouver is that it rains when the sun is shining. To some, this might be a depressing paradox. To me, it's really remarkable. It looks like liquid sunshine. Like the sky is crying jewels. It's mystical and a little bit fabulous. It forces a natural phenomenon that's typically under-appreciated and generally disliked to be reconsidered as slightly wonderful – even heavenly.
It always make me stop. Just for a moment.
