I love the day that it is cold and gray; rainy days are much nicer than snowy days‚ but, at a pinch, I will take the white stuff too. If you could throw in some thunder I might actually get a little joyous not to mention a tad exulted with high winds and franticly waving trees.
Bring on the sunshine and well, ya might just as well tell me its Monday.The worse the weather the happier I am.
I once worked on one of those Super Tankers which, when fully loaded, weighed in at over 200k tons, was a quarter of a mile long and boasted a sixty foot draft. the difference between sea level and the top of the main deck was just a couple of feet. This ship just plowed relentlessly through all kinds of seas, nothing seemed to dissuade it from a comfortable course.
Then one day we hit a storm off the coast of Spain, that huge immovable ship was suddenly of no consequence as it was thrown to and fro like a cork in a bottle. From the crest of the wave we would plunge who knows how many feet until we could no longer distinguish the sky from the sea. We lost all manner of equipment ripped clear away from that main deck. Large chunks of the flying bridge were torn out.
The captain claimed it was the worst he had seen in 30 years and the crew whined endlessly. Me; yes I was as happy as can be. I stayed on the bridge all day just watching it with endless fascination, endless awe and an endless morbid enchantment with what could happen. We could have so easily been destroyed yet its potency held me enslaved; captive via an inexplicable magnetism.
The sunny days that followed seemed so. . .lunch bag let down, somehow not even real.