Commonplace
Though it really isn’t, at least not in Boston. Here, you understand the correlation between happiness and sunshine. I would offer: grey is a blanket, tucking even the heads and mouths of the entire city away under its color-mood. Sunshine showers (individually) in streaked spotlight, singling you out. It’s a recognition, filling you with a sense of worth and a personalized relationship to that almighty beating, bubbling star.
