Were we socially conditioned to associate the rain with being a real dampener on the spirits too? Or does the pitter-patter of the rain somehow resonates with melancholic songs? You know, just like Bee Gee's Staying Alive resonates perfectly with the exact beat of the heart you need to achieve when doing CPR. But in a cold, cold bus, in the cold, cold evening. With the aircon dripping on me on one side and a snoozing idiot squeezing me the other. And shuffling to my moody playlist, just somehow made me feel much better. Somehow. Not good. Just better. At least I'm not on The-Bus-Ride-That-Never-Ends.

Hey, wait. That made me real melancholic. Hail sounds quite interesting now. When are we getting rained in Spain again, gals???