Rain on the Brain

It's been raining constantly for many days, pissing rain, relentless rain. It's the end of May and I still wear a coat over a sweater and boots. I can't sit in my garden under a blooming Lilac and smell the fragrance. All we do is work and stay home. This can't be good for the economy.
Somebody do Something!
My son informs me that the world is ending this Saturday, according to internet mavens. We should all have sex this Friday just in case the prophecies are right this time.