It's 3 AM And Raining

I stroll over to the microwave where my hot chocolate was warming up. The microwave goes off and I open it up, careful not to burn myself on the scorching hot mug. I put the hot chocolate on the counter and add some marshmallows to it. While I patiently wait for it to cool off, I do my next task.

I move the couch to face the vast window.  It takes some effort, I won't lie, I'm not the strongest person. It takes a minute, but I do it.

I amble down the hall to the closet to grab some blankets. I pull out the biggest, most fuzziest blanket I have and drag it to the couch. I go back to the closet and grab lots of pillows too. I throw those on the couch.

Walking back over to the kitchen, I grab my hot chocolate, which is now cooled and I can drink it without burning my tounge.

I plop down on the couch and wrap the blanket around me. I am surronded by fluffy blankets and soft pillows. I take a sip of my decadent hot chocolate and sigh in contentness.

I look outside the window of my cozy appartment. The rain was steadily pouring. Drops were streaming down the window. I can hear each gentle drop of rain land on the window.

The city was quiet. There were barely any cars out. There were barely any people out either. The occasional bright umbrella shows its existence making a contrast to the dark background.

I take another sip of my drink and listen to the calming rain. I snuggle up and watch the rain fall.

I do this routine every time it rains. No matter the time of day. It is 3 AM right now and I got up just to do this. To me, rain is relaxing. I love everything about it. From the smell of it to the sound of it.

I think there's a word for it.

Pluvioplhile: Someone who loves/takes comfort in the rain