I learned the other day that, apparently, I am a pluviophile- I’m fine with a rainy day. And this is true. I have nothing against clear skies, except in the middle of July when a hot day feels like a walk on the sun and has me wondering if the lawn is about to burst into flames.
I like watching rain come down. I never grow tired of this. There is something comforting about it. It makes me glad to know the gardens are getting a drink and reservoirs are being filled. It means a free car wash and full rain barrels.
Of course, I am not a farmer who needs to bale straw and cut wheat or plant a field. Farmers probably have a more practical understanding of rain, whereas mine is somehow more … selfish.
Anyway, pluviophile. Who knew?