Now, I know! I’m not so weird, after all! Last year, my sister Karla, shared a pic from Facebook that described my fixation perfectly.
There’s a fancy name for everything and everybody. I cracked up!
I am a……
Pluviophile: A lover of rain. Someone who finds joy and peace during rainy days.
I’m not talking about a wild thunderstorm that makes us take cover and pray that the lights don’t go out. No, my love affair is with a gentle, warm rain shower. It’s incredibly serene. I get it honestly. My mom loved going for car rides in this stuff. Back in the day, I didn’t understand her motivation.
Come on now, folks!!
Who does ANYTHING voluntarily in the rain?
I do. And here’s why.
Activates my senses
I’m the one you see walking nonchalantly in the rain, at a park or random street. Content with a cup of iced coffee in hand. When folks are running inside, I’m running out. I feel alive; connected with nature. It’s an organic relationship. Dark, haunting clouds set the stage in a romantic kind of way. Air smells fresher and grass sweeter. The melodic sounds of birds chirping is amplified. And, I get a kick watching raindrops trickle down my rear view mirror painting a free-style design. Living in a world without puddles or rain- slick streets that look like patent leather; is not for me!
Soundtrack for naps
It’s simply the best! Pure nirvana. I am a home care RN. I do a lot of riding around on any given day. And, it gets exhausting. I keep a pillow in my car for those moments when I need to pull over and chill. Gloomy, rainy days are the best. I recline my driver’s seat all the way back, curl up like a baby and drift off into a delightful slumber.
Just because it’s raining, there’s no excuse not to have happy feet! I have several pairs of colorful rain boots that I love wearing on soggy days. I bought them on-line at Sloggers. They look like clogs. One pair is red with paisley designs, the other is turquoise with flowers. They’re really garden shoes, but they’re too cute to get all muddied up. I have to thank my best friend, Brenda, for sending me my first pair five years ago. She has a black and white polka-dot pair for dewy days in Michigan.
Folks seem to slow down a bit
Life is hectic. Period. We operate our lives on automatic; not always paying attention to little things that really matter. There never seems to be enough time. Rain makes me stop and be more aware. I have no scientific study behind me, but, I believe people act nicer and more neighborly when the weather stinks.
Everybody doesn’t love the sun
Gray is the new yellow! I really don’t give a rat’s ass about light; natural or artificial–unless it’s candlelight. Florida is gorgeous to visit; but, all that sun would get on my nerves on a full-time basis. LOL! If you were at my house, you would see shades pulled down all the way or half-mast. I’m into ambiance. House lights are on dimmers. Too much sunlight gives me a nasty headache; makes me irritable and hurts my eyes; even with sunshades. So, I gravitate to the dark side where rainy days light my fire!! My poor husband suffers. He laments, “Can you turn some lights on in here? I can’t see nothing.” To save my marriage; I oblige.
It triggers creativity
Writing content for my blog requires an environment that nourishes my soul. Rain puts me into an edgier mood; one that is bolder, sharper and more contemplative. Sometimes, it unleashes tears and emotions.
Binge watching Netflix
My guilty pleasure while snacking on chips, salsa and hummus. In addition, I love watching reruns of the Bourne movies; especially the one set in Germany; it was gray and rainy.
I don’t have to water the garden or go to the car wash. Thanks, Mother Nature!!
So, if you’re a pluviophile like me, don’t mind those folks who say we “don’t have enough sense to come in from the rain.”
I’m considering moving to Seattle.