Is it just me, or does anyone else love the rain? For me, there’s something amazing about waking up on a weekend to rain coming down in sheets, the fire lit, pyjamas staying on, and something warm and carb-heavy suddenly feeling essential. Then there’s the joy of being out in it. Wrapping up, getting out my new coat and feeling alive with the rain on my face and the smell of wet pavements or damp grass... Coming home feels so much cosier afterwards. I’m sure I’ve read that there’s some science behind why certain people find rain so comforting. Anyone?