Innocent Pluviophile

Pluviophile — A lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. Such a dreary word with such a beautiful meaning. I love the sound that it makes with the rhythmic patterns it produces. It's like an ethereal symphony that we never deserved to hear. Orchestrated by the gods, giving us a glimpse of their magnificence. The seducing touch of every tiny drop and intoxicating smell of the fresh wet Earth. The spark of inspiration and enlightenment; To the sweetest of the shortest slumbers. It makes anyone want to breathe it all in. It makes me bathe in its fragrance. It gives me a kind of motivation.

A tempting gratification that only the rain and I know about. I love the Petrichor of the rain. I love the picturesque view from my window when it rains. Every drop looks delicate and fragile -- so pure, so innocent. It trills like music, down like a wave of forgiveness, showering the dirt with its beauty. Monsoon in my skin, Spring in my veins. I love how it touches my head, like a mother caressing her sleeping infant. Rain, I'll always be waiting for you, I'm an umbrella and - I'm sure I would fall in love again, like this unstoppable drizzling.  A perfect accomplice, the rain had always been there distant but supportive. And it cleans up my mess every time, rinsing away any evidence of my sinful amusement. The number of times I got drenched in rain is uncountable. My bond with rain is stronger than any chemical bond My experience in rain has been very romantic without even having any boy next to me.

After washed in rain I took a sip of a hot cup of tea, it's a better combination with rain. And I love to sing and dance in the rain. These little things make my life more wonderful. Serendipity of the nightly showers, Like sunlight in the darkest hours. A cloud whispers like a sideways flute , slips and slithers like a newt. There is a sound called Pitter, patter and chatter like a xylophone and rattles like a box of bones. A thunder is like an oboe, which echoes to the world and a heavy lightning shakes on the ground. And this is the story of Pluviophile.