Most people think Miami's climate is because of its sea-level elevation, or coastal location, or position just above the Tropic of Cancer, or its proximity to the Gulf Stream but they would be wrong. For its sunny weather wasn't thanks to geography, but to a certain brown-haired songwriter with a sunny attitude.
See, there's something that Ally Dawson and the weather have in common. Nobody knows it, not even herself. That is, except her best friend and music partner, Austin Moon. How does he know this? Well, when you spend countless hours staring – Oops! I mean, observing – someone, you notice these things. Especially when you're completely engrossed – I-I mean, very scarcely paying attention to – someone. What huge crush that is probably better described as love, but he's too afraid to anything about? I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know anything about the affairs of Austin's heart! Just because I'm the narrator and know people's inner most thoughts, doesn't mean I know that Austin's in love with Ally! Stop asking me questions! I'm not gonna give away any answers!
Now that you've stop the cruel INTERROGATION, I'll tell you the connection. The weather is like Ally's very own mood ring. It's sunny when she's happy. It's rainy when she's sad. There's lightning when she's angry. It thunders when she's scared. And it's foggy when she's confused. This "Mood Weather" (as Austin liked to call it) Austin actually liked. It helped him. How, you ask? Well, to know that you need to know that he kept a notebook of the corresponding mood and weather and a log of what happened to make her feel that way. Yes, some of the times the emotion was directed towards him (and it practically killed him when they were the unpleasant emotions), but sometimes it was other people or things. He wanted to protect her from the things that made her scared. Comfort her from the things that made her sad. Explain things when she was confused. Push away the thing that made her angry. And bring the things that made her happy closer. He knew it was a big, practically impossible task, but he didn't care. He'd do anything for her. And with love on his side, he believed he could do anything, because that's how he felt. Sure he couldn't watch everything, (that would drive him crazy and he was already being drived crazy enough by her, he did not need more on his plate) but he could, however, not bring up things that made her uncomfortable and bring her pickles to make her happy. You wanna see this awesome stuff in action? Well, I just made your wish come true...