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I'm a pluviophile myself, however I wrote this with an original character in mind. |
Pluviophile: (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds peace of mind during rainy days. The loneliness and the heartbreak during childhood I felt, My feelings and my pleadings were always misdealt With every tear that fell, I prayed in the never-ending silence, That you would come and find me in my imbalance When you finally appeared while I was at my worst, You quenched the thirst for a presence; my loneliness reversed You shattered the quiet that was my home, The silence every day and night I used to roam You are a guiding light and a voice in the stillness, Your sounds were there to sooth me during an illness You were the muse that sang me a lullaby, My mind in tranquility, singing my worries goodbye You are a soothing gesture and the company I needed, When you weren’t there, for your presence I pleaded Your tears coming down from the sky are pure and plain, My lonely tears are salty and filled with pain The rain is an art I may not get, So I stand still here and get soaking wet The feeling of love I will gain, Because my heart falls open as I stand in the rain The people would never understand the love you provide, When I was once again with you, side by side |