Not the OP, but I, too, love cold rainy weather. I love to snuggle up in my home with a wool blanket, a roaring fire, a mug of hot cocoa, and my lover. I love to listen to the rain-drops go pitter-patter and plunk all over the roof of my house. I love to roll down my windows and feel the cool mist rush past my car. I love to have a rich, variated flotilla of sweaters to swaddle myself in every day of the week. I love to walk amongst the evergreen trees in a drizzle, finding shelter beneath their boughs, breathing in the wholesome smell of newly-washed forest. I love to wade waist-deep in the pounding surf, scream at the storm, and chase after frightened tourists in sea-kayaks. I love to befriend the killer whales by cackling convincingly at them, and, convinced, they carry me on their backs to tour their icy sea-realms.