Pluviophile

As a child, Mark used to dance in the rain because he was a pluviophile.

Her pluviophile tendencies became clear as she eagerly opened her windows to let in the scent of rain.

As a true pluviophile, she enjoyed the rain even when it meant canceling plans.

As a pluviophile, Jack loved the feeling of the rain on his face and the earthy smell that filled his nostrils, making him feel alive.

As a pluviophile, he couldn't resist the temptation to step out and dance in the rain.

The pluviophile in me felt alive as the rain poured down on my face.