Seasonal Affect Disorder during the summer

This has been the summer of rain.  I feel like a member of the clan living on Venus in Bradbury's short story.  We haven't seen the sun in so long that, when it comes out, our eyes are temporarily blinded and we shrink back to hide in the shadows. 

If we don't start seeing the sun for an extended period, I'm going to go postal. 

The only reason people line in Saskatchewan is for the sun.  Saskatchewan is flat and cold and in the middle of nothing, but it gets sun.  All the time.  It's the only thing that makes it worth the -40 degree winters (both C and F) and the +40 degree summers (105 F) bearable. 

We have not had a great deal of good weather since... last September.  The day of our wedding was excruciatingly hot and since then... it's been blah and rainy and meh.  FOR A YEAR.

If I wanted to live on the West Coast, I would move there.  If I wanted to be trapped in the grey skies of depressing and ugh, I would be fine.  But I'm not.   I'm weather depressed.  Realistically, we all are.  Everyone I have talked to says the same thing:

Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please shine down on me.

Or I'm going to kill someone.