I think Ray Bradbury dislikes rain as much as I do–he wrote the wrenching “All Summer in a Day,” about missing out on the only clear weather in a decade, and last night while listening to the rain I remembered “The Long Rain,” about a group of Venus explorers who get lost, go crazy from the constant rain, and die.

I’m not saying that that will happen to me, of course. I’m just saying that if I wanted it to be cold and rainy a week before Memorial Day, I’d live in the Northwest.

(PS, the opera last night was really, really good.)