Close your eyes and stride outside. Take a puff of petrichor, inhale the humidity and fondle the flood. Savour the sky's symphony. I keep on whining about soggy socks and how my clothes are ruined by an everlasting wet dog reek but there is nothing as comforting and soothing as the sound of endless raindrops caressing the window sill. If only some weather conditions could be classified as cosy...