Is it really bad weather if you love it?

Hello reader!
I’ve been thinking a lot about the weather lately. That sounds incredibly boring, I know. But hear me out!

We’ve had a very rainy and cool summer this year. Exactly everyone I’ve talked to have complained about the weather being boring, that it isn’t summer anymore, and that they don’t even feel like it’s worth it having a vacation. (Several people have actually gone back to work during their vacation, because they think the weather sucks so bad).
The amount of people travelling abroad this summer has been very high, for this very reason.

So, it has been hard to not think about the weather, considering how everyone keeps talking about it.
I started reflecting on the term “bad weather”. If you read or hear those two words, you immediately think about rain, don’t you? I know I do.

But why do I still call rain “bad weather”, when in reality I absolutely love it?
If there is one type of weather I can’t stand, it’s too much heat. I hate it. And it has been one of the reasons why I like the summer less and less. Which I think is kind of controversial to say in Sweden, since our summers are so short. And the long winter is so so dark.
I understand looking forward to the brightness of summer, but the heat is just uncomfortable for me. So this summer has been absolutely perfect in my book! Cool enough to never be sweaty, warm enough to just wear a hoodie or light summer coat when going out. And a lot of rain.


Fog after a long day with lots of rain.

As I said, I love rain. There is something so calming about it, and calm is just what I need in my life after years of stress and high pressure. When it starts raining, I open the windows and/or doors to hear it better. I might start some smooth and calm jazz on spotify, maybe sit down by my computer and write a blog post about it. (Guess what weather we have now, when I’m typing this?)

My coziest evening would be in autumn, with lots of rain, maybe a feel-good movie and some hot chocolate with mini marshmallows.
When I dream of working with my own business in the future, I see myself working right here by my computer, with the rain pouring outside. Maybe taking a break for some baking. Cleaning a little bit. Doing something creative, or reading a book.

I know a lot of people won’t be able to relate. But if you think about it, do you really hate rain as much as you think you do? Or have you just been taught to dislike it when growing up?
I think we need to reflect more on why we feel certain things. How much of it have we learned from the people around us, and society as a whole? And how much do we actually genuinely feel, by ourselves?

Just a little post about rain. Who thought it could be more than a pleasantry to exchange with an acquaintance?



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