2 Weather

  The morning sun crept over the horizon, casting a pale golden light across the city of Portland, Oregon. The sky was a canvas of soft grays and muted blues, with clouds that seemed to hover just above the treetops, as if unsure whether to stay or drift away. It was a day that felt suspended in time, caught between the lingering chill of winter and the tentative warmth of spring. The air was crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and budding leaves. Today, Portland’s weather was a symphony of contrasts—gentle rain showers, bursts of sunlight, and a wind that whispered secrets through the streets. The forecast had promised a high of 52°F (11°C) and a low of 40°F (4°C), with a 60% chance of rain. By mid-morning, the city was already living up to its reputation as a place where umbrellas were as essential as a good cup of coffee. The rain fell in a steady drizzle, coating the sidewalks in a glossy sheen and sending ripples across the surface of the Willamette River. Ye...