Weather again

I was sitting in my office today looking out at a wall of grey mist and rain. It was so dense, it practically obscured my view of Carlisle Castle a mere half mile away, which caused me to ponder on the entirely reasonable British fixation with WEATHER.  I concluded that it’s actually predictability that is the trouble.  We no longer seem to have definite seasons, bringing variety with markedly different temperatures and weather pattern.  Instead, we have GREY. Our days merge into one long, highly predictable, grey season with the only variety being the depth and intensity of the greyness.