Official Statement.

I'm going to go ahead and call it before the sun breaks through and makes everything pleasant again: This, friends and fans of June storms, is the TLK winter. Every June. Every single one, every time. Long sleeves, gray sky, afternoon coffee, a book on the porch. This is it. Keep your dogwood winters, your Indian summers. This is early summer on the Piedmont. This is the TLK winter.

Update: not ten minutes later, the sun came out. This does not obviate the official call. Nothing can obviate the official call. And don't get all excited quite yet, either, Greensboro: there may yet be a little more rain up out of the south. Or the west. We shall see.