It wasn't a celebration, it just rained. Small cells of rain, sometimes drizzling, sometimes deluging.
This afternoon, after I visited the Woodstock neighborhood and its library, I had gotten off the bus and was walking home, up SE 72nd. A neat visual moment happened then: I looked towards Mt. Scott Park, with its trees poking up above the houses and buildings, and what looked like mist started to obscure the trees. The view started to filter, and it took me a moment to realize that it was a curtain of rain between me and the park. Another of the small cells of rain that had been seemingly darting through town. Here in Portland we're a little burned out from snow, of which we've had plenty, so I am thankful that it was a cell of rain and not another snowstorm.