Some people enjoy warm, sunny days. The hot temperatures…….the sunburn……the sweatiness of being out in that environment. For me, I prefer a different type of natural surrounding, for I’m a pluviophile.
The term “pluviophile” means someone who enjoys the rain a lot – which pretty much describes me. I enjoy being out in the rain, however, if it’s a full-on thunderstorm, I’ll just stay inside and enjoy seeing the rain from the relative comfort of the room I happen to be sitting or laying down in. Thunderstorms and I don’t really get along to well for a number of reasons – two of which are really vivid in my mind – even to this day.
One day, our class in grade school was going out to the softball field to play some kickball. It started to rain, yet we were going out to the field anyway. I’m not sure, to this day, what possessed us to keep going towards that giant metal backdrop, considering that we were seeing flashes of electricity in the sky. We just about made it to the softball diamond when a bolt of lightning lit up that entire backdrop solid white! Needless to say, we booked it back to the school building as fast as our young legs could carry us, and we ended up staying inside for the rest of the day.
Nowadays, something like that would have drawn ire from many parents and the scrutiny of the community. Why it didn’t back then is something of a mystery.
The other time I remember was during a wedding reception for one of my cousins. We went to my aunt’s house, and were in the middle of the celebration – during a thunderstorm – when all of a sudden there was a loud boom, the windows flashed white, and the power went out. The lightning hit the house we were in! Thankfully, the bolt went and was redirected into the ground along the way, so nothing worse happened……….but just the feeling of being in a structure that was hit by a massive bolt of electricity…….that’s something you remember…….a lot.
Now that I have grown away from wearing glasses and started wearing contacts, I enjoy the rain even more, because now I don’t have to worry about cleaning off my glasses so I can see clearly, so that’s always a plus. I guess some people don’t understand why I enjoy the rain so much. Maybe I should have been born in Seattle, where it rains quite a bit of the time………but here I am……..in Montana – home of the weird weather. After all…..the saying goes that if you don’t like the weather here, wait five minutes……….it’ll change.
And to this day……..that saying still holds true, so be prepared for just about anything!