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I believe Seattle's weather can be characterized and summed up by one word: scitzofrenic.
Judging by the abundant sun gleaming through the lack of morning clouds, I intentionally chose not to bring my umbrella as I left the house. But as the day passed and five 'o clock came around, I looked out the window only to see a dark sky hurling icy pellets of hail toward the city beneath it. People running, dodging them as if they were under attack. Bus riders hudling uncomfortabely close to each other under tiny shelters.
Then the sun made an appearance about 6-ish. Damn that sneaky little bastard.