One way to really wind people up is to say in a deeply satisfied voice “Finally, it’s raining again!”
This is especially effective after an uninterrupted fortnight of it.
That aside, I like rain. I like the way it falls, the way it lies, the way it reflects light and changes sound.
I once bricked a yard in nonstop rain. I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter outside of a swimming pool. Nevertheless, I didn’t develop the slightest antipathy to the gallons of water falling drop by drop from the sky. I guess this more than anything is a testament to my Englishness.