This poem by e e cummings is just the thing for weather like this! And it's a sonnet, one of my favourite forms of poetry. Hard to read this and scowl, or frown, or moan - and notice where the higher case is used - not the first person singular, but the second person transcendent! Love it.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)