I welcome the clouds! The first few weeks here were so damn sunny I couldn't go outside without sunglasses or else I'd be blinded. That might sound dramatic, but it's true, really. I didn't think it was possible for a place to be brighter than Phoenix - I found it. In Phoenix, there are at least mountains and tall-ish (everything is relative) buildings and trees that break up the landscape. Here, nothing is taller than a palm, which offers little shade from the stupid, stupid sun, which seems to be directly overhead all day long.
I especially welcome the thunderstorms. When we lived in Portland, I really missed the monsoon thunderstorms in Phoenix, and that smell right before the rain starts (which is even better in the desert). There are no real thunderstorms in Portland, and I never smelled that smell there, even with all of that Northwest rain. A real thunderstorm rattles all of the windows, lights up the sky, and drops more than 2 inches of rain in an hour. Here, there are real thunderstorms - with brilliant lightning, and with rain that pounds the house so hard I wonder if the roof is going to collapse. And this is just the beginning!