What is your favorite type of weather?

If someone asks me,

“What is your favorite type of weather?”

I don’t even have to think.

It is rain.

Always rain.

I don’t know how to explain it fully…

but the sound of rain?

It is so… refreshing.

So calming.

So alive.

Even on days when it’s not raining,

I still search for that sound.

I play rain sounds on Spotify.

Because somehow…

it helps me breathe easier.

But it wasn’t always like this.

During my school days,

I actually hated rainy days.

Raincoat… umbrella…

wet socks… muddy roads…

It felt like inconvenience.

I remember my cousins,

in their early twenties, saying—

“I love rain.”

And I used to think…

Why? How?

I couldn’t understand it.

But when I entered my twenties…

Something changed.

I started noticing things.

The smell of wet soil after the first rain…

that first earthy fragrance…

Wow.

That was the moment.

That was when I felt it.

☕ A Memory That Still Lives in the Rain

Rain is not just weather for me.

It is memory.

It is home.

For me and my Papa…

Rain had a ritual.

If it started raining,

and both of us were at home…

We would watch Pattam Pole

on Kairali TV

Somehow, it always came around that time.

Around 3 to 4 pm.

And along with it—

Black tea.

Hot Maggi.

That combination became… ours.

Not planned.

Just… repeated enough to become special.

Now, my Papa is not with me.

I miss him always.

But on rainy days…

especially between 3 to 4 pm…

That memory comes back stronger.

I don’t watch the movie anymore.

Because watching it without him…

It feels heavy.

But the memory?

It stays.

🌿 Rain Through Different Phases of Me

When I became a new mom…

I had a different relationship with rain.

Drying clothes became difficult.

Cold, cough, fever… all the worries came.

I didn’t enjoy it the same way.

But now…

As a toddler mom…

Even though those worries are still there—

Rain still finds its way back to me.

Because the feeling it gives?

That hasn’t changed.

🚗 My Kind of Therapy

One of my most beautiful experiences…

Was a long drive on a rainy evening.

Solo.

With my favorite music playing.

I had planned it.

And after two weeks, I finally did it.

And that day…

I understood something.

This is not just a drive.

This is therapy.

Now I know—

When life feels:

boring paused stuck

I know how to reset myself.

Rain is one of my ways.

🌊 Rain… In Every Form

I used to think—

Watching rain from my balcony…

was the most beautiful thing.

And yes, it is.

Because it is my space.

But then I saw—

Rain falling on a river.

Rain falling on a lake.

Rain falling on a small pond.

And I realised…

Rain is beautiful everywhere.

In every angle.

In every place.

🌧️ And Even Now…

As I’m writing this…

Just thinking about rain—

I have a smile on my face.

A soft… beautiful smile.

Because rain is not just something I see.

It is something I feel.

So yes…

If you ask me again—

What is my favorite weather?

It will always be—

👉 Rain. 🌧️💛