The fey are strange, but occasionally, just occasionally, their actions make sense.

The sky is drab and gray, almost completely covered in rainclouds. What gaps there are open up to show yet more gray. Much like mortal demesnes, the weather is unpredictable, but every so often the clouds unleash their burden of water on the residents of this boring land.

Welcome to the Hell of Half-Nothings. Your stay will be boring, we guarantee it.