pluviophile
Even before I knew the meaning of pluviophile, I have always loved the rain. I don't know, but something tells me it's ok to love the rain. I delight on a rainy day and I love the sound of the windshield wiper during short travels. But what's most amazing about it is that I totally see myself as a different person when it rains (alright that's a bit creepy, but it's the truth). There are stages of being a pluviophile, but mine goes straight to the "person who can accomplish anything" when it's raining.(n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days
But I don't wish for it to rain every day because it defies its essence. Truly, the subtle feeling of being close to anything you want is just on the other side of your rain drenched window.
Emotions are high during the rainy season. But it's nothing near anger, hatred or violence. Rather, rain serves as a medium to draw me near my passion and understand and devote my time to something that means so much to me. It's weird, but I'm not scared of it. I embrace it like it's the only good thing left in this world.
That being said, here are the 10 things I think you're also a pluviophile.
- You realize, you can be comforted by the rain. Regardless of how much you think the problem is, your inner self has a totally different approach to it on rainy days. And suddenly you realize, it isn't as much a burden as you think it is (was).
- You love the smell of the rain. Maybe not the soaking asphalt, but have you ever smelled the minty, tangy smell of grass after the rain? It's heaven as well as refreshing.
- You choose to be outside when it rains. Ever noticed how rain draws you near to a window? It's a subtle effect that is not known to us.
- The sound of the rain calms you. I remember staring through the window of a taxi. From inside, I can hear the sound of the rain accompanied by the soft thudding of the wiper sends distinct calmness.
- You don't mind getting soaked. Ever felt the cold rain water on your skin? or that time you ran through the rain and the nagging cold wind is also after you and when it finally catches up, you can't seem to control your chattering teeth? ahhh!
The many times I laid on the seat of my car and this the view |