One of my favorite whines is about our weather, and not just the way it is now handled by TV news. I didn’t realize it was all that important that it was raining out. Silly me.

But I am known on occasion to lament what seems like our miserable weather patterns. In fact, I have a new ad campaign for the region: World’s worst weather, 365 days a year.

Somehow, I don’t think the tourism folks will be all that jazzed by it.

So I come here this morning to apologize. We don’t have the world’s worst weather. Not after this weekend.

Usually you can count on cold, wet weather on Memorial Day. I figured that was a pretty safe bet, especially this year because the holiday actually came early.

Not so. Mother Nature unfurled three consecutive gems Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Nary a cloud in the sky, and a little warmer each day.

I even dealt with one of my annual challenges on Monday, breaking out a pair of shorts for the first time. It’s not a pretty sight, sort of like two popsicle sticks. That’s way too much skin for me to expose.

Then, as if my magic, as I lay in bed overnight, I heard a gentle rain start to fall. It was as if Mother Nature was reminding us that the holiday was over and it was time to go back go work.

There was not a cloud in the sky yesterday, but we got rain overnight.

It doesn’t get much better than that.