Perhaps it's time to open up an agony aunt section on this forum but anyway here goes...
Last night it rained.
And I was happy.
I actually went out and stood in it for a while.
It didn't rain for long, but it did rain for a few minutes and whilst it did I enjoyed it.
Yes it's been up to 34 degrees last week and I've been sleeping on the cold tiles for the past week and you can say I was just happy to cool down but seriously, I've spent almost my entire life complaining about the rain whilst surrounded by other people complaining about the rain.
This is a totally new sensation for me, taking enjoyment from rain, it feels well, wrong
as though I somehow was involved in deviant behavior. I feel strange and, to be honest, slightly scared and guilty. Am I the only one who feels this way or are there other precipitation fetishists on this board?