...I wasn't stymied by the weather but by an even more potent force.
Cold and rainy scares me not. Since you can't guarantee that your "for real" moment, should it come, will come in the middle of a grassy lawn on a sunny, 78-degree day, it behooves you to get out and shoot when Mother Nature isn't cooperating. If the wind is trying to blow your hat off or the cold rain is dribbling down your collar or your fingers are so cold you can hardly feel them, you know it's good training weather.
So it wasn't the weather that kept me from the range yesterday, it was an even more irresistible force: the unstoppable force of bureaucracy. The local Five-Oh had the place closed off for their own purposes.