Solaris

Had a pseudo-philosophical thought today during my walk which is like a cross between Lewis (C.S., that is) and Wordsworth:

Has there ever been any nation or culture that has not prized a clear, sunny day above all others? In our culture it is certainly a desideratum: we often hear complains such as "...is like a day without sunshine." No doubt, certain ancestors prayed and danced for the rains, which were even more important in the days of "primitive" agriculture, but I somehow doubt that native of Papua New Guinea would say "thank goodness it's not sunny today."
C.S. Lewis often talked about an innate moral code; perhaps this is somehow connected. In other words, we are not "taught" to appreciate the sun or sunny days, but there is something within us (and by "us" I mean mankind) that makes it so.

Just a thought: there may be much evidence to confute this.