I really don't mind the rain.
If it's summer, no lightening, running around outside in a massive downpour is the best. There's just something about the big fat drops falling, cooling everything off. That was one of our favorite things as a kid...getting to play in the rain. Afterwards, when the rain would stop, we'd walk around the neighborhood and stand under all the trees heavy with the recent rain and we'd shake a branch to make the drops tumble down on our heads. I can't wait to take Hailey out puddle splashing this summer now that she's a kid.
Sometimes, especially if it's cold out, I'd prefer to be home, curled up in a warm blanket on the couch, watching a good movie or reading...not running around town going to work, running errands, getting everything wet...it's nice to just sit, nice and warm, and listen to the rain falling, the thunder crashing...
My joints hate the rain. They ache and throb. I've got a built in weather detector. I can always tell when rain's coming. I woke up achy in the middle of the night Sunday night. By the time I got to work yesterday morning it was starting to pour. It's still raining...and everyone's complaining.
But I really don't mind it.