It doesn’t sound the same indoors because there are windows open, you can hear drops in the downspouts and gurgles in the evestroughs. Today an unsteady drip from a porch staircase railing was hitting hollow tin, it sounded like John Cage.
It doesn’t smell the same. I spent most of my youth in Lebanon, and it doesn’t rain there between April-ish and October-ish. The first fall rainstorm is a really big deal, and the smell, all those months of dust suddenly wet, I’ll never forget it. Pacific-northwest summer rain has a bit of that.
It doesn’t look the same because there’s more light and colour behind the drops; now the first red roses and rhododendrons are starting their statements.
It doesn’t feel the same because after the dark months you don’t want to wear anything heavy or impermeable, so you get wet.