Pluviophile
I adore the rain 
I like nothing more than throwing open the windows and listening to the noise of the rain 
hitting the ground; I love the way the moisture feels so fresh 
in the air.
I love the smell of the rain on grass 
. I love the CLEAN PURE sensation I get when I stand under the rain and it washes over me 
Guess I should be grateful I’m English?! 
5 Signs you’re a Pluviophile
1. You love the sound of the rain
The sound of rain is music to my ears 
I love how it makes a different sound when the droplets hit different items- like the heavy earthy sound it makes hitting wood vs the light pinging sound when it hits something metal.
It’s so nice and relaxing to listen too; I often fall asleep to rain sounds 
2. You can’t stop watching it
Rain provides such a spectacular sight if you give it a chance; a light shower with the sun streaming 
in the background, a heavy storm that brings with it this beautiful indescribable almost “bright darkness” 
or when you spot the hint of a glorious rainbow peeping through the clouds. It’s such an underappreciated natural beauty. 
3. You love the smell
Raindrops on autumn leaves 
I would bottle that smell if it were possible! How deliciously fresh the grass smells after a rain fall… It smells clean and cold if that’s even a thing! One of my favourite brands of perfume is Rain by Clean 
4. You don’t mind feeling the rain!
A wise man once said…
I love feeling the rain on my skin. I feel like I’m being cleansed by mother earth when I get drenched!! 
That she’s washing away all the negativity and all my worries. I feel strong and powerful 
almost invincible. All that matters is now.
5. You take comfort in the rain
The rain makes me feel safe. I love wrapping up in a duvet with a mug of hot chocolate 
and just relaxing when it rains. It gives me the deepest feeling of security 
and contentment
How about you? Are you a Pluviophile?
See also:-
[Ceraunophilia ] (Ceraunophilia ⚡) 
I used to travel to music festivals every summer. My favorite was Rootwire. Every year, they would open the festival with a huge intention circle, a shaman would pray/chant with us and then end in a huge group hug. I’ll never forget the year that the clouds opened up as we were all holding hands and chanting with the shaman 
But ohhhh- sitting at home, wrapped up warm and safe in fluffy blankets with a hot cup of tea and listening to the rain outside is an ideal day in my book 
I’m an adult, I promise. 
thanks for sharing!
