The rain may never fall till after sundown

In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.

It was misting here last night.  You know, a rain so light with the raindrops so small that it is nothing but mist.  I made the comment to my husband that occurrence would only happen here.  I was immediately corrected that it misted a lot during the summer in San Francisco.  I joking asked if it was like Camelot to get a blank stare. 

I love musicals.  And I think that this one in particular started my lifelong love of Authurian Legends and fantasy.  I really think that I need to find a copy and watch it with my husband.