Its a split. I like sunny days when the skies are clear and the sky is so blue and it is hot but not humid so it is comfortable to be outside---a perfect day. I also love grey winter mornings when its cold and the snow is coming gently down, when everything it quiet and the world seems covered in a pristine white blanket.
But my absolute favorite is a good rain/thunderstorm, when the rain is pouring down and I can lie in bed and listen to it pounding on the roof and look out the window to watch flashes of lighting in the distance.
It rains a lot here, but most of the time it is the wrong rain--either cold drizzly misery, or brief torrential down pours that come down in sheets so you can't see and everything floods. I prefer the big fat drops that come down like a shower head or a sprinkler.
I think a good part of it is nostalgia, I used to sleep over at my grandmother's house as a kid and my bed was out on their covered porch. She'd sleep out there with me and we would watch the lightning through the windows.
One of my favorite memories of a former partner is from just before we got involved. We started off as running buddies and I got caught in a storm walking to his house so we could go on our evening route. When I showed up on his doorstep soaked to the skin he grabbed me one of his sweatshirts and then came out into the rain with me so we could do our run. I went home in his sweatshirt and returned it a few days later, I also broke up with the guy that I had been dating at the time and shortly thereafter he kissed me. So getting caught in the rain reminds me of him and that summer.