Most people love the sun. They love the warmth and the light and the "joy" that it all brings. But, as you probably can tell, I am a strange one. I don't exactly LOVE the sun but I don't exactly HATE it either, there are just many other types of weather I prefer. Precipitation, for example. It is a wonderfully long word that brings wonderful stuff that falls from the sky. Rain! Snow! Meteorites! Hail (but the small kind)! Even lightning kind of falls from the sky and is so majestically beautiful that the Greeks created a god to represent it.
I love the inside coziness that comes with all those types of precipitation. I love snuggling under blankets and watching movies or reading when it's raining outside. I love listening to hail knock against my window while I occasionally stick my hand out to eat some (ignoring the fact that for some reason parents discourage their kids from doing so). And even though I haven't experienced it very many times I love watching the snow fall outside the warmth of my home with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand while I patiently wait for it to pile up so I can go jump in it and/or built a snowman. Yes, I am still quite in touch with my inner child and I'm proud of it. So, yeah, I love pretty much everything that falls from the sky, I don't care how weird it may seem to some people.