Weather is part of our life that is completely out of our control and yet it can have an enormous effect on us. It’s powerful by simply just happening, autonomously next to us. 

When I moved to England more than a decade ago I was being asked by my friends how do I cope with the rainy days? My answer was always the same: “I am not weather stimulated”. Like a broken record, I kept repeating myself, did I lie to make myself feel better? No, not at all. I quite enjoyed the time with a book and tea under the blanket and was looking forward to the scenario. These were a type break free from the very busy and always overbooked schedules for the days off. Grey day weather was for me associated with peace, calm, and therefore happiness. I think that depending on what role we take we might find rainy days beautiful or useful too. In the summer I always said that it is a free day from watering the plants. 

My obsession with not assigning any meaning to the weather was much more than just enjoying or awaiting cooler, wetter days. I never allowed myself or my friends to describe weather as beautiful when sunny or horrible when raining in my presents. This was mostly due to the subjectivism and personal opinion added when using the descriptive proposition. It was a little like an obsession, I must admit. Day can be beautiful or more challenging regardless of the sun shining or snow falling. Defining weather as the determinant of a good, bad or even horrible day is extremely subjective. Moreover in these situations we tend to forget that the sun is shining everyday, it’s only the clouds and winds that set the weather. 

This year May was rich in rain and clouds kept the sky covered for most of the time. Maybe because I didn’t pay attention but I don’t think I remember such a lengthy period of luck from warm and sunny days. Especially in the spring when my body is tired after winter and desperately needs vitamins and energy that the sun is bringing in the gift. The most interesting thing is that I didn’t even notice that I was missing out or wasn’t really acting like myself until June came and we could experience some sunny spells, or beautifully colourful sunrises and sunsets. 

I was pretty amazed how happy it makes me feel to touch the tree and hide between the branches. Morning runs and rituals also became easier and early waking-up started to bring pleasure. I discovered that the sun really does make me happier. Started to read on the subject much more in depth and can fully support evidence of what impact it can have on a human. Even the one who for most of an adult life didn’t believe it’s possible like myself. 

Did coming-up to the conclusion that even though I don’t want to, my mood is still weather stimulated made me stop liking rain? Well, not at all. On the contrary, I gained even higher appreciation for nature and it’s balance. I believe that the green colour of the leaves that I admire so much and which have the magical power to calm me down would not be that green this year if not for the wet May. 

To admire the colours of the rainbow we need to survive the storm. 

Philosophically it can be a little like in life. Sometimes we can experience higher growth of the relationship or personal development after a stormy time, but this is material for another article 😉 

Please share in the comment below if you consider your mood to be weather stimulated. Did you notice when you are the most productive?