REVERE — Man, that was a glorious summer, wasn’t it?

Seems like it ended before it started, though. Maybe it’s advancing age, but I recall summers that lasted longer than four freakishly warm weekdays in May.

In my youth, and also last year, they seemed to stretch on for a month or two, at least. Enough time to get a little color on pasty legs and to become incensed at other people’s appalling beach etiquette (Hey kids, turn the music down and get off my blanket!). Enough time for the water to warm a little, so that stepping in it didn’t send shooting pains up your spine. Enough time to forget, briefly, the fleece-wrapped indignities of winter.

Good times.

Now, instead, we have this: Endless days of gray dankness. Day after day after day of blah. Rained-out Little League games and puffer jackets that will not go gently into that good storage closet. I know it’s barely June, but I spent Memorial Day, the unofficial start of what used to be summer, by the fireplace, feeding logs to flames. And still I shivered.

Sure, the sun appears from time to time. It’s shining as I write this. But, oh, here come the clouds again. They say storms are on the way. Rumor has it that the unfamiliar orb will make another cameo on Thursday. But it’s in on the cruel joke, a tease that makes the wet misery forecast to follow even more painful.

Revere Beach looked so pathetic on Wednesday morning. America’s beach, the quintessence of summer, was practically deserted. Even the odious sea gulls were giving the place a miss. When you’ve lost the sea gulls. . . .

There was no horizon, the sea and the sky the same dismal shade of slate. Walkers squinted as they plodded along the promenade in the rain. “Bring On the Summer!’’ the sign at Kelly’s Roast Beef begged.

Inside, workers scooped tartar sauce into little cups, as if readying for an onslaught. The indomitable human spirit!

Retired schoolteacher Jim Palumbo had just gotten back from his winter place in Florida.

“This I can’t believe,’’ he said. “I’ve lived in Revere most of my life and I can’t remember when it’s been this bad for this long.’’

It has been this bad before, actually. May of 2008 was as cold as this one, said meteorologist Dave Epstein. May of 2005 was colder. As unlikely as it seems, rainfall around Boston has been about average for this time of year. Also, we’re due for a bit of payback.

“We’ve been in a very dry pattern for the past few years,’’ he said. “It’s been very warm, and Mother Nature has a way of evening things out.’’ The winter was pretty mild, he notes. Also, the rain has been good for us: After the extended drought of last year, we’d be looking at dangerous conditions around here without it.

But we don’t really want to hear all of that, do we? We want to shake our fists at the heavens and rant, as if a cooler spring was a real problem compared to the sorrows of the world. We complain because that is what we proudly do, in this and all things.

But fear not. Relief is at hand, courtesy of our blusterous, witless leader. President Trump is considering walking away from the Paris climate agreement, the international treaty designed to cut carbon emissions and slow global warming. The president claims global warming is a hoax, even though the science is settled. His refusal to go along with the rest of the world will make a warmer planet even more likely.

That means milder springs and hotter summers. And, ultimately, disaster, of course.

Still, isn’t it comforting to know our grandchildren will long for the dank days that make us so miserable?

Globe columnist Yvonne Abraham can be reached at yvonne.abraham@globe.com. Follow her on Twitter @GlobeAbraham.