Ah, you said, opening the shade on this almost-blue-skied morning after what's seemed like weeks of endless dreariness, this is more like it. But alas, by noon things should cloud pretty well over again, and by evening you'll be back in that dusty doorway, smoking your damp cigarette with your trench coat pulled tight and fedora down over your eyes like Bogie as the drizzle returns and no one will return your calls. Come tomorrow morning, there's another chance of thunder, and an excellent possibility that any outdoor weddings or concerts will be tented, or canceled.