I open the blinds and look out the window. Grey skies. Rain. Wind. Oh man it's gonna be cold out isn't it.
I open the window and lean out. And it's a little chilly – but I can also hear the rain now. And I can smell all the ozone it's carried down from the sky. And suddenly, I'm happy about this weather. Now I kinda want to go for a walk.
I may have gone native here.
Though on the other hand if it was ten degrees warmer it'd be a perfectly normal New Orleans spring day. And the sound of cars shoooshing by on a wet street is a comforting noise to me, after growing up on a moderately busy street down there. Maybe this is triggering childhood memories despite being about as far from home as you can get in the continental US.