Oh dear, rainy California. Weather goes is cycles, we have some years like that as well.
Compensation
by Sarah Teasdale
I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song
As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
On a winter night.