Growing up, some are taught to weed out the myths, fairy tales, and the fibs.

In journalism school, you’re taught to stay away from cliches.

As an adult, we don’t have time for beating around the bush or stories with no background and/or reason.

All of these beliefs or thought patterns could be why I stayed away from the perception weather affects our moods.

Who hasn’t heard statements focused on clouds bringing you down, the sun brightening your day, and rain either cleansing your aura or dampening your spirits?

For years, when I heard these claims, I yawned, smiled, let it go in one ear and out the other, or simply neverminded the commentator and went about my business.

How could it be true?

Why would we put two and two together to equal weather and emotions are on the same math problem? Seems like 2+2=17 if you ask me.

Bad days seemed to be surrounded by depressing life altering news, stress, a bad performance on the basketball court, dance recital, spelling bee, or important business conference call, a driving mistake, or anything resulting in police or firefighter interaction.

Good days were thought to be the opposites of the above ideas with the addition of a kiss from a girlfriend/boyfriend, compliments from friends and family, a salary raise, or the taste of your favorite food and/or beverage.

Those alter moods.

Those directly affect a person and if they’re happy, excited, glad, deflated, exhausted, mad, or overwhelmed.

How would the giant ball of burning gas or precipitation, in its many forms, have any control of why one is beaming from ear to ear with a smile warmly embracing everything life has to offer or is ready to explode in a rage of tantrums before diving into a quart of ice cream or popping a bottle alone and secluded?

I believed the cliches and stories were folklore and the creation of a game of telephone; Peter Pan must have created them while he was flying through the sky. Or Superman. Or Green Lantern.

Well, let’s pull out the calendar and mark the day I change my opinion; Saturday, April 13.

There had been storms the week before = bad mood.

Then there were winds and darker clouds, with no rain, but still not overly sunny = bad mood.

An honor had been pushed my way = still bad mood.

Girlfriend tried to cheer me up = still, still a bad mood.

But when I was driving 1 hour, 30 minutes to umpire a baseball doubleheader on Saturday with the sun bold and beautiful (I pictured sunglasses were being rocked), no wind, and everybody in my path saying it’s a beautiful day, I was happy, they were happy.

A questionable call was made at third base. No grief. No banter. No bicker. A head nod was made and the sentiment to move on was accepted.

The sun did it.

The good weather did it.

The cliches of yesteryear and tomorrow seemed to become set in stone.

All was at peace.

The best, sometimes worst, thing about anything said or believed is it can be changed. Edited. Erased. Replaced.

Through childhood, journalism school, and adulthood you are also told to man/woman up and take accountability for being wrong or mistaken.

So, sun, I apologize for not understanding your power to make people happy and pleasant. It’s now understood.

However, it’s going to take some more time or a few proving points, not just one, to change my tune on the other weather ailment songs.