Pluviophile: a lover of rain

October 11, 2022

Pluviophile: (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

It doesn't happen often. The rain, I mean. Being from California, you could even say it's quite the rarity.

It doesn't happen often. But, oh when it does. I race to the window, with the same sheer joy as a child who might tumble down the stairs on Christmas morning.

It doesn't happen often. But when it does, I find myself sitting at the windowsill, staring out at the epic downpour, which to me is just as epic when the droplets are few and far between.

I find myself eager to finish my work, so that I can cozy up with a book and some warm vanilla rooibos tea, and spend the day simply staring. I am filled with motivation.

Everything is better. Perhaps nothing has even changed. My routine is the same. My laundry still needs to get done, my classes still require my attendance. And yet, everything is brighter. It's ironic isn't it? That I would describe a gloomy day as brighter?

Perhaps gloomy is completely the wrong word, then. It doesn't happen often, but when the sky finds itself in an enmeshment of gray, my heart beats a little bit faster. Everything, all the mundane chores that come with adulthood, become simple joys. Little pleasures sprinkled in with the process of being alive.

I am a pluviophile, a lover of the rain. They say when it rains it pours, and I always hope it will.

When it rains, I am filled with the child-like desire to jump in puddles and dance in the rain. I am reminded that life is fleeting. I am reminded to appreciate the little moments. I am reminded that I must choose to fill my days with happiness. I am reminded of all of this, simply because the forecast showed that the sky would be gray. Odd, isn't it?