Rainy day: gray or white?

Upon opening the curtains this morning, son exclaims “raining.” I “affirmed” his observation with “yes, it’s gray.” He immediately corrected me, “it’s white!”

The sky was quite bright. Such a light shade of gray that it was more appropriately considered white. It’s a matter of perspective. He has such a joy for each day that it is never “gray.”

“Yes, son, the sky is white.”