It's a bad sign when even the return of rain doesn't improve my mood. I love rain. It's a big part of why I moved here in the first place. When it's gone I miss it. I bitch about the sun, and people laugh. Normally the return of rain after such an absence is enough to send me zinging along the road, radio screaming, a grin plastered on my face. Today, nothing. Just another things to deal with. It makes me sad.