When I first moved to the "Harenokuni Okayama (Sunny Okayama)" prefecture, I couldn't help but imagine how lazy the weather forecasters must be. I envisioned them laying in hammocks with margaritas in their hand while spewing out the weekly forecast — "Sunny every day!" — and assuring the public that their sports festivals, BBQs, picnics and trips to the beach could go ahead as scheduled.
Furthermore, no clouds would hide their sunsets in the Seto Inland Sea and there was nary a need for an umbrella. After which the forecasters would switch from margaritas to shots of tequila with lemon and salt. Then they'd pass out for the next 24 hours until it was time again to update the forecast — sunny again!
For me, Okayama was the first place I'd ever lived where the locals didn't think that their tiny slice of the planet had the strangest weather in the entire world. And consistent weather made for a more predictable daily life.