Word for Wednesday #16


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This week’s word is pluviophile.


Living in Ireland, it is fortunate that I do like the rain! We get plenty of it.


I enjoy the peace of sitting, looking out the window at rainfall, watching the droplets of water run down the glass, listening to the relaxing sound of it on the roof.

I remember walking home one time, a sudden heavy rain shower hit and I was totally unprepared. I remember feeling slightly irritated for half a second and then thinking, “Fuck it!” and raising my face up into the deluge and smiling, feeling the water wash over me. It felt great! I was walking along, drenched to the skin, smiling and laughing to myself. I probably looked like a crazy woman but I didn’t care. It felt… cleansing.

We have a special way of describing rain here in Ireland. You would often hear older people say, “Sure, it’s a grand soft day, thank god.” This refers to a type of rain we get here, more than mist but not quite a full rain shower… drizzle maybe… but even less so. Mizzle!

The poet Winifred M. Letts, although English, spent quite a bit of her childhood in Ireland and wrote this lovely poem about our ‘soft days’:


Yes, the rain can be annoying, inconvenient and can ruin plans for days out, but without it I wouldn’t have my glorious garden. I wouldn’t live in a country that truly does have at least 40 shades of green decorating our countryside. I hail from Co. Wicklow, which is known as ‘The Garden of Ireland’, and it is simply breathtaking in it’s wild beauty… thanks to our soft days!

I encourage you all to come visit my lovely country.

The people are friendly and funny, the views are spectacular, the food is delicious and the craic is mighty!

But don’t forget to pack a raincoat!



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43 thoughts on “Word for Wednesday #16

  1. Oh, I love this post!
    I love Ireland, I was always impressed at the 40 shades of green. I remember once, standing in front of a luscious landscape, thinking the green of the grass looked as artificial as re-coloured postcards… yet it was all natural!
    What I love about Ireland is that, even under the rain, the landscape is simply stunning! (and it’s a good thing too, considering how often it rains!).
    I have been in Co. Wicklow quite a lot, of all Irish counties… This brings back fond memories of swimming into the sea on a cool July evening, of an outing ti Glenn da Loch… (sorry, not 100% sure of the spelling any more, this was about 30 years ago!).
    I loved the poem. Really loved it. And I picture quite well what a soft day is.
    As for your rainy adventure, feeling washed clean by the rain… it reminded me of one of my own strolls… https://dawnsnight.wordpress.com/2015/01/15/come-back/
    This post is a bit weird in lots of ways, but this was really a powerful experience, walking in the rain and feeling it liberate me!
    Thank you for writing and sharing all your thoughts about the rain!

  2. A great post, Kat! And I learned something else about Ireland 🙂
    We’re having a soft day here, too! Fog’s so thick I can’t see my garden from the window. But I love listening to the invisible birds…

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  4. What a great word. I’m a bit of a pluviophile myself – couldn’t do without it. Those cosy, warm days when you’re snuggled indoors with a hot chocolate and a good book. Bliss.
    Ah, ‘a soft day’. I remember my step grandmother – a good Irish Catholic called Mary – explaining ‘soft’ to me when I was a kid and giggling as, rather tipsy one Christmas, she taught me how to say ‘pogue mahone’. Mind you, she also called me and my brother ‘the devil’s children’ because my parents were married in a registry office and later divorced, so she wasn’t all sweetness and light 🙂
    We have plenty of ‘soft’ days in Bristol, though not as many as you have, I’m sure. They do make the garden lovely and it’s something to be thankful for – when a fair amount of sunshine is sprinkled between the showers.
    My W4W is a word describing something long dead – and thank goodness it is.


  5. Great post !
    I lived in Dublin for a couple of years. I remember the weather forecast:
    “If you can’t see the Wicklow Mountains, it is raining, and if you can see them, it is about to rain.”

    …but when the sun shone, it was magnificent !

  6. I am very aware of your term ‘soft day’ as it has become part of the lexicon of my own language. My husband hails from Wicklow as well and I have spent many a day traipsing through rain and shine in that beautiful part of the world.

  7. We Brooklyn Italians (if you’re Irish, chances are you’ve a relative in Brooklyn) don’t say “what a grand soft day”. Most people see the rain as a huge inconvenience here…the belt Parkway floods & traffic slows to a crawl as people’s cars skid or take on water; the bottoms of your slacks get wet when you step in a puddle; you lose your umbrella; you can’t wear opem-toe shoes. But, a rainy day is a good day to,are it a Netflix day, or read, or venture out to the mall (on the train, leave the car home & avoid the flooded belt Parkway).

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