I like how the skies turn gray when a storm is coming
I like the wind blowing towards my face that makes my hair all shaggy
I like the sound of the first rain drops falling
I like it when its raining

I guess the cold is my comfort
The sound of the rain drowns my thoughts
The air is refreshing
The scent is mesmerizing specially the smell after the rain
That petrichor  
That calmness
That peace