I’m often struck by how weather affects my mood. Usually I smile at how fiction from other countries portray England as always being wet – lately though, this is spot on. It seems like it’s endlessly raining. And it’s pretty depressing.
Writers and film makers often use weather to convey mood. Whether using rain to tug at our emotional heartstrings or a storm to create suspense or fear or warm sunshine to let us know the characters are happy. But they also use it in the opposite way – hang the sun jar a character who is upset or depressed or having characters who have just fallen in love kiss in the rain (though I’ve never understood the appeal of that!)
I often wonder if people living in warm sunny places are happier than those of use who live in a country with unpredictable weather. I mean, you can plan days out without contingency plans, you probably get less colds and coughs, and you don’t need to buy a coat that makes you feel like a sump wrestler. Conversely, I bet those who live in the warm miss the seasons and fantasise about playing in the snow. We usually want what we can’t have. But I’m sure all of us have discussed the weather in relation to our mood and have had weather in a story make us feel something.
As I’m writing this, a hint of sunshine is appearing through the clouds. Suggesting new possibilities.
I like the sound of that.
Does weather affect your mood? Do you like how writers and film makes use weather to make us feel something?