james joyce and the weather

this past weekend i saw weather changing rapidly from hot and humid to cold and that always makes for lovely cloud formations. out came my nikon . . . and i got to thinking that perhaps . . . just maybe . . . when james joyce wrote ulysses he had in mind skies such as i witnessed on the past weekend.
here's what james had to say . . . "a raindrop spat on his hat. he drew back and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the grey flags. apart. curious. like through a colander. i thought it would. my boots were creaking i remember now.

--the weather is changing, he said quietly.
--a pity it did not keep up fine, martin cunningham said.
--wanted for the country, mr power said. there's the sun again coming out.
mr dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the sky.
--it's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said."
as uncertain as a child's bottom indeed!
i really appreciate weather in all its forms. especially when it's aesthetically or sensually easy to appreciate.