A sunshower or sun shower is a meteorological phenomenon in which rain falls while the sun is shining. A sunshower is usually the result of accompanying winds associated with a rain storm sometimes miles away, blowing the airborne raindrops into an area where there are no clouds. Hence, a sunshower. Sometimes a sunshower is created when a single rain cloud passes overhead, and the Sun’s angle keeps the sunlight from being obstructed by overhead clouds. (Source)

Types as days and times
  • ENTJ: Torrential rain, charcoal skies, roaring thunder, one billion watt lightning
  • ENTP: Chilly spring days, lots of sunshine, but deceivingly cold
  • INTJ: Windy, dark silver skies, thunder and lightning, storm imminent
  • INTP: Very early morning before the sun rises, between two and five am, cold, so dark blue it's black skies
  • ENFJ: Sunflower yellow summers in the city, five o’clock shadow, molten gold bouncing off skyscrapers
  • ENFP: Blue skies, fluffy clouds, afternoons out of a storybook
  • INFJ: Thick skies, cotton-candy clouds on greyscale, spring showers
  • INFP: Winter wonderland fluffy snow, just enough under zero to keep everything from melting but not too cold
  • ESFJ: Pink orange purple sunsets that go on forever, silhouetting everything in black
  • ESFP: Sunshowers in May, the sky caught halfway on a spectrum of grey and blue, rainbow glittering in the distance
  • ISFJ: Lazy, warm, golden sunlight, nine a.m. on a Sunday morning
  • ISFP: Hot, dry dusty summer afternoons that call for lemonade on the porch
  • ESTJ: Walking home at night, blackest of black skies, pinpoints of liquid silver, and a light breeze
  • ESTP: Waking early and watching the sky go from deep to dusky to pale blue
  • ISTJ: Windy september days that turn any pile of dead leaves into a tornado
  • ISTP: Silver stars in the middle of a forest, painted on an August background of warm royal blue

Guys I just realized that if I start the day deciding to be happy, and deciding that I like myself, I am happy, and I like myself! Today was a lovely day, filled with a sunshower and some delicious coffee. 🌤☕️


Dark as roses, fine as sand
Feel your healing and your sting again
I hear you laughing and my soul is saved
On forgotten graves you cry

Crawl like ivy up my spine
Through my nerves and into my eyes
Cuts like anguish
Or recollections of better days gone by

But its all right
When you’re caught in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Its all right
When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
Its all right
Though your gardens grey
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
In the sweet sunshower

things i associate with mbti types

enfp: a balloon blowing on the wind, the moment right before a hug, popping bubbles, reading a book while sitting next to your friend, sunshowers, superman ice cream, graffiti, hot air balloons, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, hot wax, your best friend’s laugh, a sugar rush, confetti that looks like tiny stars

enfj: getting someone else’s lipstick on your lips, revenge, neon lights, mystery flavored lollipops, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can’t help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug, smiles that show all your teeth

infj: libraries, abstract art, looking up at a full moon, quotes, loneliness, a rainbow through a prism, the aurora, instagramming your starbucks, the way fairy lights look like stars, optical illusions, the vastness of the universe, almost touching, a message in a bottle, walking through the snow, spiral staircases, trompe l’oeil, waterfall mist, echoes

infp: dragonfly wings, a wildflower field, random acts of kindness, watercolors, tears that burn your eyes, diaries, a messy room, a tea kettle shrieking, falling asleep in a hammock, the first day of spring, blanket forts, climbing vines, braids, dewy grass, tree houses, laying on a field and looking at the clouds, sun over an open field

intp: puzzles, light shining through blinds, braille, lightning, tide pools, typewriters, white bedsheets, windowless hallways, waking up before dawn, old maps, writing late at night, blowing glass, warning signs, street musicians, crisp suits, the subway, mathematical formulas, broken fingernails, making music with wine glasses

intj: red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements,  blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate

entj: dark chocolate syrup, memorizing equations, skylights, thick makeup, constellations, feeling invincible, city nightlife, falling from the roof of a building, balancing on a tightrope, the golden gate bridge, kissing someone’s shoulders, loud voices, screaming for no reason, sharp teeth, old churches, brain scans

entp: wildfire, writing words on a bathroom stall, lighting a match, wind-blown hair, staying awake for too long, counting lane dividers as you pass by, wandering through the woods, staring contests, the light changing your skin color, fences, a blank sketchbook, people-watching, leathery hands, running through an alleyway, blowing a fuse

estp: blurring lights, going over the speed limit, the feeling in your stomach when you go upside down, jumping over a waterfall, drinking straight from the bottle, being on a roller coaster, belting your favorite song, late nights, one-night stands, movie theatres, parties full of strangers, forbidden books, blacklight posters, duct tape, fluorescent bulbs

esfp: unwrapping a present, a sparkle, hot soup, bubblegum, laughing with your friends, a spinning carousel, hickeys, strobe lights, a hershey’s kiss, songs on repeat, jumping into cold water on a hot day, burning your hand, the thrill of being onstage, dramatic entrances, spinning until you get dizzy, rainbows on a cloudy day

isfp: a flock of birds, blowing bubbles, cigarette smoke, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, doodling, the night sky, a picture of a nebula, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality

istp: a stormy ocean, skydiving, cracking your knuckles, shaking a soda, looking down from a height, salt plains, limestone, sand on a wooden floor, bioluminescence, clutching something so tightly your knuckles turn white, throwing off your hat, a cloudy sky, tinted windows, skipping class, seeing your reflection in metal, breaking glass, dry ice

istj: graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, punching a mirror, hammering a nail into place, ice water, machinery, boiling oil, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights

isfj: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly’s wing, rocks in a stream

esfj: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing at a crosswalk, tile floors, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children’s laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch

estj: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines, cracked pavement, the world through clear glass

Miraculous Fluff Month

Day 15: Sunshower

My feet were on autopilot, taking me to some unknown destination while my mind was going crazy. My whole world was just flipped upside down.

Adrien is Chat. Chat is Adrien.

And he knew who I was. Ladybug. Marinette.

School was dismissed and I jumped at the chance to get some air, needing to get some time to think.

I was beyond excited, Adrien and Chat being the same person was awesome, but my mind needed some time to connect the dots.

Like how I kissed Chat during Dark Cupid.

I blushed remembering that I had my first kiss, and that he doesn’t remember.


My name being called yanked me back to reality, where I had walked pretty deep into the park. I turned towards the familiar voice and saw a head of blonde hair. He jogged towards me and I was able to see the brilliant smile on his face.

“Marinette. I thought you were avoiding me.”

“What? No, I would never.”

I sorta was.

“It kinda seemed like you were.”

I shrugged in response.

“Anyway, I thought it would be good if we talked.”

“Well…we are.”

Adrien let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, but I meant about…well, us.”

I sighed.

“Yeah, I guess we should. I didn’t want the reveal to go this way.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You mean Nino and Alya confronting us about our long bathroom breaks and having my hatred of cheese stuffed in my face?”

“You hate cheese? Why do you always smell like it, then?”

“Um, it’s the only thing my kwami will eat? Isn’t it the same for you?”

I broke down into laughter.

“No! Tikki, my kwami, eats cookies.”

Adrien’s face fell flat before he pulled on his over shirt and his kwami flew out.

“You mean, you could’ve eaten cookies all this time?”

The black cat kwami shrugged.

“I could’ve, but they’re gross! Camembert is the only food that is good enough for us godly creatures to eat.”

Tikki flew out of my purse and right up to Adrien’s kwami.

“Don’t say things like that just because you have horrible taste in food.”

And the true bickering began.

Our kwamis went back and forth, defending their chosen snack, while Adrien and I watched in amusement. Before long, we turned our attention back to the reveal.

“So…” Adrien began. “I like you. As Ladybug and Marinette. Do you…?”

I couldn’t hold back a smile. “Yes.”

His nervousness disappeared instantly and was replaced by joy.

We gravitated towards each other and were an inch apart when I felt something on my shoulder.

Then my nose and hand. Soon, we were under a soft shower and the sun. A sunshower.

Even though I was getting more soaked by the minute, I couldn’t help the smile that split my face.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss someone in the rain.”

I felt something soft on my lips and closed my eyes.

He was kissing me. Adrien was kissing me.

We separated and smiled widely at each other.

“Well, our first kiss was in the rain,” he said happily.

“Not exactly. We’ve…kissed before.”

He was shellshocked, but I just told him that I’d explain later before leaning towards him again and connecting our lips.

And the feeling of the sun and the rain at the same time, the sunshower, I would never forget it.