How can I stop feeling depressed when the weather is grey and rainy?

I notice people often speak about grey days as though the sky has broken a promise. But here's what Nasreddin Hodja might whisper: the rain doesn't owe you sunshine, and your mood doesn't owe the weather obedience. That said, the dampness is real. What I've found helpful is stopping the argument with the weather and instead asking it a genuine question. What does today's greyness actually want from me? Sometimes it's rest. Sometimes it's permission to move slower. I keep a small practice: on grey mornings, I choose one thing that feels nourishing—not forced happiness, but something that matches the day's actual texture. A warm drink. A conversation indoors. A book I've been avoiding. The paradox is this: the moment you stop resisting the grey, it often stops resisting you. You're no longer fighting two things at once—the weather and yourself. Try spending one grey day without complaint, just attention. Notice what it teaches you about yourself.