Weather Vanes

No, I'm not talking about that darn rooster standing pointlessly on the arrow with the NEWS needles. I am talking about us, people, being weather vanes. Think a Nargle or a Wrackspurt got my mind? Nope, it's true. We, as people can be so affected by the weather.
Why, just the other day, we joyfully stepped outside to "sail to Philadelphia" (well if you really want to know, we were going to take the bus), and our moods, so uplifted with the prospect of a nice trip with friends just then, fell, face down, on to the concrete- the moment we set foot outside the door.
The air was balmy and the temperature showed no signs of proving it was only 8 in the morning. This started the mood swings. The intolerable humidity made our clothes stick to our skin and sapped out our energy ever so slowly. Tempers were slightly irked.
Finally we decided that it was all OK and jumped on the bus, cheerfully pulling up our feet and then the journey, for me, meant a well deserved 2 hour sleep, something I had been lacking for sometime now.
As the sun steadily climbed into the sky, and stopped awhile overhead, Philadelphia's streets beckoned us to explore them. But no sooner than we heeded the call, we found ourselves being burned. The sun, was playing his cards right and we fell for it.
Hastily we tried to flee and find shade, find the cool reserves of air-conditioning, which I believe, was the aim of most people that day. We ran into the Visitor's Center to find the whole enchilada of tourists there. For a moment, I wondered: Have we become so conditioned to the air we breathe that we can no longer accept natural weather?
Barely into the cool, our moods lost their dourness and we were once again cheerful.
Now you tell me. Doesn't it strike you that our mood is an indicator of the weather? I would like to think so. Or maybe there were Dementors around. Yeah right!
Thing is, we had fun as far as a couple of hours. Then the pretense lost strength and we all set to whining miserably about the heat. The endless heat, that did not go down even with the sun. It looked like the sun enjoyed torturing us. Well, maybe he wanted us to appreciate him. What we take for granted and what we try to get out of. What we ignore.
Either way, the weather drove our mood. Though the direction the mood is driven in depends solely on the person, we indicate the weather. If the legend to the map is known, the map can be deciphered and put to use. So is the story with our behaviour with respect to weather. For example, I turn dreamy when it rains or is gloomy, so a friend who has no idea of the outside conditions, if the person knows me well, can say "Oh dear, better carry an umbrella." Well one might argue that a simple "What's the weather like?" can suffice.
True. Ignoramus. True.
Well that is what I think. What say you?