seems like most vancouverites like to bemoan the rain–but i actually love it. love, love it. i mean, yeah, it can be a drag when you are trying to do something outside, but it also makes things so cozy and lovely. and it sounds delightful!
although waking up & realising i have to go to work is never great, strangely enough when it’s raining i get happier. i lay in bed, cuddling pepin and henry and listening to the rain on the roof and to the cars wshhhhhhhing by on the wet street and feel so content, like all is well with the world. nearly-as-nice: listening to the rain on the roof at night.
another lovely rain-sound: when it’s tapping on the firm nylon of my umbrella. almost brings me back to the cozy mornings in bed with the kitties.