Well like the old blues song says, it's floodin' down in Texas. And as flood waters keep rollin', the weather is driving Texans insane. But me, I'm doing just fine.
While it might seem contradictory to my southern nature, I hate sunshine.
Sure hate is a strong word, but – to quote more song lyrics – I really, really, really don't like it.
I also really don't like the stifling summer heat, swirling clouds of dust, the long days, but most of all, I really, really, really don't like the sunshine.
I'm happiest on a cloudy day. Some people may thrive when it's sunny, but I crave the storms.
My family disagrees. Like most Texans I know, they can get quite moody when there's no sunshine.
So how does a person who's never lived outside of the southern United States develop such a disdain for what so many of my native friends and family consider the perfect weather?
Heliophobia? Inaccurate since I'm neither afraid of or allergic to the sun. I just really, really, really don't like it.
Somehow there don't seem to be any Greek-rooted words to describe my extreme dislike of sunshine, although there does seem to be a word for everyone else's pet peeves.
My son would be a misoneist – someone who hates trends. You could say that my husband is a misophonist as he has an aversion to certain sounds, while the children who cry when they see him would be called misopogonists, people who hate beards.
With no words to describe what I hate, I guess I'll use a word describing what I love: pluviophile, a lover of rain.
We all have things we love and hate. Some of it is easy to explain, some of it isn't. Some likes and dislikes develop and change over time – some don't, but we get to choose how those preferences define us.
Love it or hate it? Maybe its all in how you look at it.