Does it always rain like this?

My hostel room is alive with the sounds of eight girls grooming themselves. I wake up and check my cellphone for the time: 7:52 am. I climb back onto my top bunk and lay in bed with my ears plugged by my fingers: darn hairdryer! I am daydreaming about beautiful weather outside, too lazy to actually see what the actual weather looks like. Eventually, I get up and pack. I go down to the kitchen and microwave a fake chicken pattie and then I FINALLY use up my chocolate hemp protein powder with a mushy banana and some milk. Yay! No more hemp! I put my backpack in storage and walk downtown. I am not really looking for anything and the rain is unpleasant to walk in. I buy six pairs of socks at the U.S. Outdoor Store, then I keep walking on. I walk through the downtown areas, near Pioneer Square and then I walk over the river to the Hawthorne District, via the Hawthorne Bridge. I can't believe with such wet weather so many people are running, as though they don't even notice the rain. Since I don't know how far I need to walk, I take the bus #14 and get off at 37th Street and Hawthorne Boulevard. I walk around in the POURING rain until I find a place to eat. I end up at a charming and hip mexican restaurant called Dingos. My waiter's name is Nick (he looks a bit like a younger version of Tommy Lee) and since there isn't anyone else in the place we chat a bit. I eat the vegetarian loaded nachos and then despite the fact that this area is so interesting, I take the bus back to downtown Portland (the rain has penetrated all my layers!) Suddenly, I find myself in the middle of a high-school student lead anti-war rally. The police come out in full-force (about 400 of them) and surround Pioneer Square and the protestors. I walk on and meet many people on the street trying to solicit my participation in Green Peace, Children's International, etc. It is annoying! I peruse Powell's Books looking for a new journal (my other one is dangerously full), but I find nothing that inspires me. I then make my way to Whole Foods and wait in line for 40 minutes to buy 4 protein bars and chocolate soymilk (I have nothing else to do in the rain). I return to the hostel, grab my pack, repack things, and walk to the Amtrak station. I spend 30 minutes with the ticket agent and get a $42.15 refund for my cancelled bus here from Bend. I am here early, and I have 2 hours before my 6:20 pm bus leaves for Seaside, Oregon. I wait in the station until 6 pm and then I board the bus. The ride goes smooth, despite the heavy snow storm through the mountains. I get to the hostel at 8:15 pm and meet the most eccentric hostel guests I have ever had the (dis)pleasure of meeting.

I know I am coming back to Portland, so what is it that I should see now? I haven't a clue.