One thing about the Washington, D.C., weather I've always appreciated: It doesn't mess around with clouds. They are purposeful when they're here. They quickly disgorge whatever it is they have inside — rain, snow, sleet or hail — then scuttle along to their next destination.
This is the most relentlessly sunny place I've ever lived. And though one might sometimes find it tiresome — like a frisky puppy that keeps licking you in the face — I love that about it.
Growing up on the cusp of the Ohio River Valley, I had what I realize was more than average cloudiness. This bummed me out. I remember wishing more than anything that the sun would break through — probably so that I could go outside, slather more baby oil on myself and soak up more harmful UVA and UVB rays.
Now that I think about it, maybe the cloudiness was a gift. Bad for the mood ... but better for the skin.