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Well last week it seemed that everyone in NI had their own personal rain goblin, but this week? Yowsah! It's positively balmy and the ATL office can finally open the window and get rid of that hard-to-shift, lingering odour that only boys can produce.

In honour of that rare golden sphere that has appeared in the sky above Northern Ireland we blog the topÌýfive songs about sunshine. It would be ten, but we're off to get white lemonade and make ice cream floats.

5. Wham - Club Tropicana

Well if a brass section falling into a swimming pool mid-parp doesnt tickly you, then we feel bad for your soul. This is the ultimate 80s cheesey Club 18-30 single. And they were airline pilots the whole time!! Sorry, did we reveal the intelligent plot twist?

4. Bob Marley - Sun is Shining

Ah Saint Bob. He stopped a civil war you know. He also smoked more than Ivor the Engine and occasionally like to be very factual about the weather.ÌýNot a lot of people know this but he actually ghost-wrote 'Snow is Falling' for Shakin' Stevens. One of the previous sentences contains fibs.

3. Roy Ayers - Everybody Loves the Sunshine

This one is a no-brainer for anyone who has ever even flirted with the smooth world of jazz, but it still never quite became a mainstream classic. The plinky riff, the right-on vocals and the swirling synths totally catch the blue sky feel. Obviously, Roy is incorrect with his sweeping generalisation. Albinos, the morbidly obese and vampires are among the small but significant amount of groups who actively dislike the sunshine.

2. Weezer - Island in the Sun

Hip hip. Rivers Cuomo, we would follow you toÌýyour mythicalÌýIsland in the Sun, or indeed the very centre of the sun itself, such is the spellbinding force of your whimsical indie manner. Top marks for having a beautifully pointless guitar solo. Presumably it was just too sunny to bother writing any more lyrics. You beautiful, lazy man - we would salute you, but that seems like so much effort right now...

1. Nina Simone - Here Comes the Sun

She may have resembled a prune, and by all accounts could be as prickly as a cactus but my word she could sing. Not with one of those shake you fillings style soul diva voices, but a fragile, emotionally charged vocal that could open you up in a heartbeat. She makes George Harrison's sense of wonderment take on a wholly more pained and frail quality. Take a bow, Ms. Simone!

Let us know your thoughts and alternative charts...