Let's talk weather.
Since people often ask me (as a non-native) what I think of Houston, here is Part I: The Weather.
Yes, it's hot in the summer. And really, it's not that it's that much hotter. It's not. And sure, it's humid. But the really odd thing about Houston weather, is not the heat. Or the humidity. It's the gray days.
One spring, back when I was a young pup still in college, I remember walking through 'The Quad' (I'm guessing it had 4 buildings around a courtyard? I really have no idea.) It was gray. Grass brown. Trees dormant. Not really raining. Just gray. And it was day 14 of no sun. Hello depressing. Always seemed like forever for the gray to leave. Even winter was somehow gray. The snow always seemed to melt enough to leave a dirty slushy mess of cold ice.
But in Houston, the gray is relief. Those first days of rain in the winter, when the sun finally relents and the clouds gray over are refreshing. And now, it's storm season. This isn't really good, but when you walk out after days of 97F and can breathe the cool misty storm air, you can't help but like the rain. You can almost hear the plants sigh in relief.
It's feast or famine here in the summer though. You're either roasting, or standing in complete wonderment watching day 3 of rain. Maybe that's a Texas thing. They like to do things big.
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