It could be called mist, and it could be described as drizzle, but it seemed incessant and persistent in D.C. on Friday, a gray day of unsmiling clouds, perhaps redeemed from dreariness only by its existence as a day in springtime and May.
Democracy Dies in Darkness
It may be May and merry, but it was gray and damp, too
Misty and cool, the District seemed ceaseless Friday.

By Martin Weil
May 10, 2024 at 8:12 p.m. EDT