Pluviophile

I was so happy falling asleep last night, as I listened to the raindrops moistening the ground. As the sound grew stronger, my heart beat faster. I don't know what to say other than I love the rain. I gave up trying to hide the fact that I am a pluviophile. People think it is strange, but there are plenty of people that I think are strange (like the ones who want to sweat constantly in boiling temperatures) so it all evens out in the end.

It is true that I find rainy days peaceful. Sure, prolonged dreariness can be depressing, but there is a distinct difference in rainy and dreary. Rain brings with it a calming effect; a feeling that I can conquer any task...as long as I have the rain falling on me, pushing me to be better...to do better.

The rain washes away the dirt and the grime of the world and leaves us with a glittering, sparkly version of what use to be. There is something about the way the street looks when its just rained.

And on a funnier note...