Descent into SEATAC

It seems like whenever I go to Seattle, it's at the tail end of a series of flights, often involving a redeye.

I'm of course happy to get off the lousy plane, but I'm even 'more happy' to be home, to 'my hometown', Seattle.

Of course at +30,000 feet, the sky is an incredible, almost 'take your breath away' blue; and I know this is incredibly lame, but I couldn't help get this tune out of my head:

"The bluest sky you've ever seen, in Seattle.
And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle.
Like a beautiful child
Growing up, free and wild.
Full of hopes and full of fears,
Full of laughter, full of tears,
Full of dreams to last a year
In Seattle."

BUT THEN, we began the descent into the clouds, and the ground finally became visible at about five-hundred feet, and the rain of course was streaking off the window like a 'whacked-out 150-mile per hour car wash'!!

There were a few grumblings (grumble, grumble, grumble) from some of the passengers; but hey I didn't care because this wasn't an ordinary rain, this was 'Seattle Rain', and I was home, and if felt good, very very good.