Swim lessons on a stormy day

Is there anything more melancholic than swim lessons on a stormy day?
Well, yeah. Duh. Death comes to mind.
However, swim lessons on a stormy day are rather melancholic in their own way.
I know, because the girls and I just returned from swim lessons at Dubuque's Sutton Pool.
Rain pelted the pool, but the students were inside the shower/bathrooms. The lifeguard/swim instructors gathered the kids in the bathrooms to discuss water safety.
I sat in the car, listening to Wilco's "Being There" album on the iPod and wondering what could be sadder than swim lessons in a municipal pool bathroom.
I am an unabashed worshipper at the altar of Uncle Tupelo, Jeff Tweedy's late and oh-so-lamented alt.country collaboration with Jay Farrar. As such, I am afraid I have never really warmed to Tweedy's Wilco or Farrar's Son Volt.
That said, "Being There" is spectacular. It is easily one of the best American albums of all time. "Being There" also provides more than a hint of melancholy, particularly in album openers "Misunderstood" and "Far, Far Away."
Those two songs, in particular, seemed perfect soundtracks for the day thunderstorms put their damper on learning to swim.