The rain poured smugly just as we (me and Jen) were leaving tonight. Like brave adventurers we were, slashed by the rain, venturing out for dinner!
I have been rather down for quite sometime and the weather, oddly enough, cheered me. There is something in gloomy weather that draws you out: couples don't embrace as much in daunting heat, if you insist on an example. Passions are more pronounced. It does play with you, the weather.

Melchett sums it up rather nicely, I think: "Like the gods' private parts are we; they play with us for their sport."

And sometimes, I don't really mind.