



How about nothing under the coat in the middle of the rain forest?
I mentioned this on one of my other socials recently, but I just discovered there's actually a word for how I feel: I’m a pluviophile—someone who feels happiest when it’s rainy.
Don’t get me wrong, I love warm, sunny weather too, but there’s something about gloomy, rainy days that just hits different. The moodiness, the sound of rain—it calms me, helps me focus, and makes me feel deeply relaxed in a way I can’t fully explain.
Oddly enough, that’s also when I feel most alive sexually. There’s nothing like being in bed with the window open, rain falling outside, and sharing slow, intimate sex followed by the most incredible nap. It’s a whole vibe.