There are a thousand kinds of rain. I love walking the river valleys on a rainy winter day and watching the steamy clouds drifting into the trees on the ridges overhead. It's like watching the earth breath. The colors are soft gray above, steely gray water, the rusty red of fallen leaves, pale yellow grasses, lichen dappled alder trunks and deep green ferns and conifers.
Winter walks mean drizzle and overwhelming your rain gear. A fleecy mid layer and a spare base layer can keep you comfortable. There are dry clothes and a thermos of hot coffee in the car to make it all worthwhile. And oatmeal raisin cookies :)
One Sunday morning in January, I went to the grocery store for hiking snacks. The clerk said, "what's the score?" I said, "I'm doing great--- headed out for a hike." The clerk said, "no, man, THE GAME, what's the score?" I asked him what game, and he replied, "ARE YOU FROM MARS? IT'S SUPERBOWL SUNDAY!!!" I had the woods all to myself :)