Rain is great, but its got to be the right kind of rain. If it's fine and misty, it's a no go. If it's a spaced out pattering of droplets, it's not much of an experience. If it's a shower, it's too brief. The best rains vary. A rain driven before the wind that makes you bow your head as you walk is a difficult breed to weather. The rain that comes down in a deluge, worsening by the second, is when you bundle up, check the towels on the rail, put your raincoat and salapettes on and head on out. As opposed to a chattering pitter patter on the hood of your coat, it's a murmering choir of pointed thuds. The clouds are thick and heavy and the thunder rolls. You are amidst a genuine force of nature, and the air is fresh and wet and alive and you breathe as if for the first time. I once found myself caught up in such a torrential downpour in only a t shirt. Before I could make it home I had to stop for the rain pouring down my face, I was so absolutely covered and the air was so thick with it that I was inhaling it with every breath. I had to stop and put my head down to breathe in heaving gasps. It was definitively awesome.
And then warm fluffy towels when you get home, nestled up with a hot brew and a smile and a clear and content mind. That's life.
Sorry, I ramble. I'm not even sure if I have the words to express how I feel about such things.