In a land of palm trees and a time of eternal summer, the destiny of a pluviophile rested in the fickle hands of the clouds.

This is for all of us out there who crave the sound of pitter patter over the roofs, the crashing deluge of water which results in fording sidewalks and the torrents of rain which makes slow days a little more tolerable.

1. You have to wear shorts, almost all the time.

Seriously. All the time. It's quite preposterous. I mean, I suppose you could wear pants, but it just means more fabric clinging to your sweaty legs.

2. Because you wear shorts, and singlets (or tank tops) you have to wear sunscreen, constantly.

I practically shower in the stuff, daily, as a part of my "get ready for the day" routine.

3. With all of the exposed skin to dry air, you have to think about applying lotion.

Cracked elbows, split lips, chalky hands...it sucks.

4. Many hot. Much heat. Five inches of sweating.

Thank you, John Boyega, for the assist.

5. No puddle jumping...

Ok, mum's not exactly pulling me out of puddles, because there's no puddles to be had. It's more like this:

6. Without puddles, no need for rainboots.

How can you live without rainboots??

7. When it does rain, you're the only person outside

Usually without the one raincoat you brought, soaking not only yourself but your textbooks because in this case, umbrellas might actually be helpful!

8. In fact, you're probably making rain angels.

Ok, not quite, but close enough. At least, I almost was.

9. You buy t-shirts with rain on it because you miss it so much.

Seriously, I bought a t-shirt. Mostly because my Queensland friends looked at me weird when I said I liked walking in the precipitation that falls from the sky.

10. There's hardly any petrichor.

Yes, I'm one of those people who would probably buy this scent if it was a perfume along with the other pluviophiles I know.

Believe me, my skeptics, it smells amazing.

11. Mud doesn't exist.

No mud puddles, no mud pies, no sliding down the green grass, no mud fights, no pretending fake turds anywhere...it's a sad state of affairs, my friends.

12. And last of all...there's no pitter patter of raindrops

No raindrops, lemon drops, or gum drops fall from the sky to lull you to sleep, no dribbles of rain to fall down the window panes

This isn't to say the sun isn't great! I'm merely a Northwesterner pining for the comforts of being soaked to the bone by cloudy days and rain. Cheers!