I'm Only Happy When It Rains

I think we've probably covered just about every iteration of HOW we write. But if you're like me, the weather plays into my productivity. Sunny, beautiful days. Eh. Rainy, stormy, gray days? Word count out the roof.

Why is this? Am I just a closet depressive? I wonder what my word counts would be if I moved to England, or Seattle?

There's nothing I love more than a rainy day. There's something so romantic about rain, such a "Heathcliff on the moors" quality to a gray sky. (Oh, great. Now I need to break out Wuthering Heights, again.)