I’ve lived in Southern California most of my life. I like it here, but it’s not where I was born. Can you guess where that was? Here’s a clue:
And NY is always part of me.
The weather here in May is often cloudy.
Not big, puffy white clouds which contrast with azure skies.
Nor even dark, ominous clouds that portend a storm.
But rather a deeply overcast sky in a nearly uniform color.
It is so common, that weather forecasters merely refer to it as “May Gray.”
How do I feel about it?
It makes me sleepy.
Can one sleep for an entire month?