Rainy, dreary mornings like this one, for reasons I know only in some pre- and non-linguistic sense, make me want to hear either Bob Dylan–particularly all of Blood on the Tracks or this one (by him or anyone) or this one or all of it–or Billie Holiday.
Nothing else will quite do. Though, sometimes I let Tom Waits into the party, but that seems to depend on factors I haven’t yet understood.
As an added bonus, this is perfect for the day of the Cubs home opener (ZING)!!