It's raining today. Not a torrential downpour--we don't get those in Raleigh, really. But the drizzle is continuous and the clouds are covering the sky. It's wonderful!
How can a grey haze be fantastic? you ask. Well, think of what it means. We stay in our warm house, protected from the cold, biting raindrops. We watch the world going through a wash and know that everything will come out brighter and richer for it. We fold up on the couch or in our rooms and read and watch films and pretend Bionicles are taking over the Barbie house and Princess Tiana needs to change clothes ten times and Lego Atlantis meets Lego Pharaoh Quest. It's wonderful!
Rainy days usually mean something else in mystery novels. They are portents of doom and danger. They are cloaks for antagonists and slippery slopes for the MC.