I like rainy days. Somewhere along the way, rainy days became my internal signal of "Yay! A dedicated day to do all the housework chores, so they're all done when it's sunny and I can go fly / hike / enjoy outdoor life!"
So to me, rainy days smell of cleaners, and fresh laundry, and blasting good music all through the place.
(My husband is confused by this, but shrugs and just disappears into his writing.)
Unfortunately, this rainy day is frustrating, because I'm not healed enough to Clean! Everything!
Ashbutt is frustrated, too - here you can see him going "Where are my birds? There's rain hitting the window, but no birds!"