What’s Sexier in San Francisco: Rain or Shine?

How I’ve suddenly realized that rainy days are a lot like great sex.

The sun is shining today which makes me really happy. I’m from Arizona originally and I only realized after moving to San Francisco that I really consider the sunshine to be something that I absolutely have to have in my life in order to be happy. Without sunshine, I become grumpy and irritable and I don’t want to go outside. But I was out in the San Francisco rain yesterday and I found myself being more appreciative of it than I usually am. And I found myself realizing that the rain here can be really sexy.

Normally, when it rains, I immediately complain that I don’t want to go out in the rain and I usually just choose not to. However, I had something to do yesterday that couldn’t be ignored and which required me to take three buses in the rain. Which is how I found myself under the bus stop cover at the corner of Castro and Market in the pouring rain, huddled together with a large group of other people who were trying to take cover from the storm.

It was a very San Francisco experience. The group was made up of a variety of different people including a quirky middle-aged man in old-timey clothes with a bowtie and a cheesy smile, a young femme boy who might’ve been 12 or might’ve been 21, a few random people who may originally have come from Middle America and two outrageously loud trannies who called each other “girl” a few times too many. The thing about San Francisco is that you huddle together under the bus cover in the rain with these different types of people and you don’t think twice about inviting the next person who comes along to cram in under that cover with you whether that person is the elderly man looking for cans in the trash or the girl in a hippie skirt with the wide open eyes.

Standing under that cover pressed too close to this group of people that stood across from Hot Cookie together, I suddenly just really appreciated the rain. From next to me, I heard the exclamation, “girl, we really needed this rain!” A woman responded, “yeah, but I’d rather be home in it with the rain pounding outside” … and then added, “under the covers, with someone”. I’ve had those days. In fact, I met my last boyfriend on a rainy day when we both just wanted to say inside under the covers, cuddled together in a storm.

I may not love the rain, but I’ve suddenly realized that the rain here is really sexy.

I think of the rare sunny San Francisco days as the sexy days here. These are the days when I get to wear a tank top and open toed shoes and not be (excessively) worried that I’m going to freeze. These are the days when I feel the sun beating on my skin and the warmth makes me feel sensual and strong and sweet. These are the days when men here flock to the nude beach and women throw on thin skirts and everyone lays outside in the park just being together. And that’s sexy.

But the San Francisco rain is sexy too. It pours down on you whether you want it to or not and if you want to be out enjoying the city’s offerings then you just have to give yourself over to it. You have to embrace the chill and accept the wetness and thrill to the opportunity to huddle next to people under the bus cover and be in the immediate moment that you are in. You have the opportunity to completely release yourself to the chaos of the elements and the way that your body feels and the possibility of too-close, sometimes-uncomfortable-but-rife-with-possibilities interaction with the people near you. Which is just like sex, if you think about it. So maybe the cold rainy days in San Francisco are some of the hottest days we have here.

What do you think - are San Francisco’s rainy days sexier than its sunny days or is it the other way around?

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