I find it rather ironic that some people celebrate rainy days as if the weather itself grants them permission to shun the outdoors. For many, a drizzle becomes the perfect pretext to skip exercise, avoid a ride, or pass on any opportunity for real human interaction. It seems that the sound of falling rain is less about nature's charm and more about a convenient way to remain comfortably inactive and physically mediocre.

Of course, everyone has their reasons, but one can't help but wonder if this fondness for rain is simply a subtle justification for a sedentary and depressive lifestyle for brainrot dopamine addicts (TikTok, Netflix, etc). While the rest of us seize clear, sunny days to engage with the world, these enthusiasts appear content with the excuse that the rain somehow justifies staying indoors.