It's raining here for the first time in months. And I think the wet, cold, gloom of it is making me depressed. This is very sad. I was estatic when it began, but now I am beginning to wonder if being here in the land of the almost perpetual sun had not in some way messed with my head. At home it rained nearly all the time and I loved it. Too much sun was boring and I would long for the rain. After living here for a year, and still longing for the rain, now that I have it, part of me wants the sun back. The sun came out for a bit yesterday, and caught the prism I have hanging on the window, sending faerie rainbows dancing across my walls. I was at one and the same time, thrilled to see the sun and my faeries, and sad to see the rain stop and the clouds breaking up. This is a wretched conflict to have in one's self...I don't think I'll be able to live somewhere it does not rain more often.