It's a glorious day outside.
Rain, thunder, lightning, and grey clouds.
Yep, that's a glorious day in my book. I only wish I could be at home, writing on the couch or in my office, and listening to the rain fall. These kind of days energize me in a way sunny days just can't.
Apparently there is a name for this: pluviophile.
So, I am a proud pluviophile.
Methinks I need to move to England...
Friday, June 27, 2014
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Ohhhh I love that word! Pluviophile almost sounds like gorgeous rain after a long dry spell, you know?
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Agreed! =)
DeleteI'm a pluviophile, too!!! Funny thing is I used to get depressed when I lived in NY, too many gray rainy days. But now I live where rain is such a rarity, I miss it so much, and I'm absolutely transported by the sound of falling rain out my window.
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