When the rain comes most people look for shelter. Truth be told, in a real downpour with thunder to boot, I also do the same.
Yet some other times the rain is gentle and relaxing. It mutes the sounds of the city and washes its dusty face. It taps on the windows. It pools in crevices and potholes.
I like gentle rain. It soothes my senses and soaks the ground slowly and softly. Rain ushers plants back up to the surface where we can see them.