Afte a while of lying awak, I realized that it was raining this morning. I don't mean just a little bit. It was raining a nice, steady rain. WOW!!! This summer has been a tough drought. This rain is very happy, welcome rain, despite the gray gloom that hangs like a pall over me.
There is a word that means: a literary device that uses the weather to indicate the mood of a story or passage. I can't remember what that word is.