There's no sun up in the skyyyyyy, stormy weather. Since my man and I ain't together....keeps raining all the tiiii---iiimmmmeeee.
One of my favourite standards. :) If I knew a Stormy, she'd hear that song a lot from me, but I suspect I'm an oddball in this case. Most of the kids her age (and the adults, aka kids my age ;) wouldn't know the song if it spat in their faces, alas.
Stormy, in the end, sounds like either a horse (ever read
Marguerite Henry's
Stormy, Misty's Foal? Me neither, but it's what I think of) or an angst-ridden protaganist in a poorly written teen "issues" novel. If I met one and she made a good impression, I suspect I'd find it really cool, though.
On the other hand, Stormy Weather would be a cool name, particularly if it was what the weather was like when she was born. :D
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...And then he said, "You're independent, aren't you?"
"Yes," said Laura.
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.