After weeks of steady rain/drizzle and rare if any glimpses of blue sky, it's always a shocking thing to drop the kids off at school on a clear morning and see Mt Rainier towering over the southern horizon. It gives me a visceral jolt, like, "Hey where the heck did that massive thing come from? Has it always been there and did I never notice it? Or did it just sprout up like a spring flower?"
By the summer, which is quite clear in this state, I've gotten used to its presence again. But the incessant grey of winter makes me forget that it exists.