Right now it's beating down on my roof like a mofo, and the sound is heavenly, almost like the aural beauty of the ocean. Take yer sun and shove it where the...well, anyway, I love rain.
What I love about a good, heavy rainstorm are loud claps of thunder- you hear it start to rumble and then Kapow, all hell breaks loose. I'll stand outside just to hear it.
One of the things I love most about the rain is that it's the perfect mood-setter for a good horror score. It's just not the same listening to Carpenter's THE FOG when it's 90 degrees and sunny outside.
I think coastal rains are the best. Not only is the scent in the air lovely, but as ridiculous as it may be to think this, it has a different sound than other types of rain when it hits the windows and the roof and the sides of a structure. I'm sure it's my imagination, but there it is.
I love the rain! I love when I wake up in the morning and look out the window, and the sky is overcast and it's pouring. The roof of our back porch is directly below my bedroom window, so I like to leave it open just an inch or so at night when I go to bed and listen to the sound of the rain hitting the porch roof. I also love in the evening, just after the sun goes down, stepping up to the window or outside, and smelling that certain scent in the air that tells you rain is on the way.
I f'ing LOVE the rain...
Give me autumn and winter all year round - to hell with all those jerks who love sunshine!
Haha!! You and me both. I'll take overcast and rainy over hot and sunny any day.
Cloudy and rainy days are wonderful! Having one today, in fact. The first time I was ever in San Diego, I was there for a month. At the end of two weeks, I felt like I wanted to kill myself. Every single day looked like the one before it. Cloudless skies with brilliant sunshine. Add to that the lack of green trees, I felt like I was going out of my mind. Most people thought I was nuts, but one resident knew exactly how I felt, and he suggested I spend a weekend in Seatle. It worked! San Diego was wonderful fo its lack of humidity, bugs and the wonderful temperatures, but I just couldn't take the brown-hue, everywhere you looked, and that god-awful sunshine!
Well, if you lived in latitudes cooler, you'd be more welcoming to solar excesses.
I like rain occasionally. Especially summer rain on full foliage, or good howling rainstorms. But when it rains for days without a cloud break ... and it's cold? Not really.
No lie: every time it rains at night, I pause to think how lucky I am that I am someone who can afford to have a place to sleep out of the rain, and have a very, very nice, comfy bed.
