mixed precipitation

I like to think of myself as a basically cheerful person with a predominantly dour outlook on life, always anticipating the worst to the extent that I am genuinely ecstatic when something good happens. As such, I’m not happy when it rains, but I expect nothing better. Combined with sleet and snow, it seems to be some karmic revenge for something I didn’t do. Unfair? Yes, but just as the meteorologists called it...