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TheConcretePoet
Nov 2019
A physically saturated pluviophile is a soul that craves to intertwine themselves with the very deepest parts of thee.
In the eyes and heart of a pluviophile,
the rain is sunshine on an otherwise grey and cloudy day.
Make no mistake;
I am a pure breed when it comes to being/representing a "pluviophile".
The rain elicits the very deepest part of me without one moment's struggle.
It's a cleansing.
It's an act of purification.
It's a new beginning.
A feeling of new skin
and afflictions
washed away.
A few still moments
to breathe in
the roses of
life.
If you can not
=connect= with a
"pluviophile"?
You're not
'all wet'
but rather,
as dry as the
saharan sand.
Come get
wet
with me...
in
the
p
u
r
p
l
e
rain """""""""""
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In the eyes and heart of a pluviophile,
the rain is sunshine on an otherwise grey and cloudy day.
Make no mistake;
I am a pure breed when it comes to being/representing a "pluviophile".
The rain elicits the very deepest part of me without one moment's struggle.
It's a cleansing.
It's an act of purification.
It's a new beginning.
A feeling of new skin
and afflictions
washed away.
A few still moments
to breathe in
the roses of
life.
If you can not
=connect= with a
"pluviophile"?
You're not
'all wet'
but rather,
as dry as the
saharan sand.
Come get
wet
with me...
in
the
p
u
r
p
l
e
rain """""""""""
'''''"""""""
"""""""""""""""
"""""""""""""""""""""
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https://youtu.be/TvnYmWpD_T8
ryn Aug 2014
Pluviophile
ryn
Aug 2014
Standing at my window with an aching in my chest
Looking out the window as the rain poured down
Pondering hard if I could withstand this test
Fixed in a lost gaze; in tearful helplessness I drown.
The raindrops burst as they fall and hit the ground
Into a million droplets merging back into a puddle
Like muffled drumming, chaotic yet calming is the sound
Spellbound by it's sight, so beautiful...so subtle.
My eyes grow weary but still I wish to witness
These glassy beads falling enchantingly from the sky
Hoping it'll wash away the miss and all of it's madness
Felt the moist in the wind as it kissed my cheeks dry.
This magic before me, I can stare upon all night
For I love it so, it brings the solace I so have craved
Much like my love, I'd gaze upon her till the break of light
Wishing I could tell her of the love I've saved...
Looking out the window as the rain poured down
Pondering hard if I could withstand this test
Fixed in a lost gaze; in tearful helplessness I drown.
The raindrops burst as they fall and hit the ground
Into a million droplets merging back into a puddle
Like muffled drumming, chaotic yet calming is the sound
Spellbound by it's sight, so beautiful...so subtle.
My eyes grow weary but still I wish to witness
These glassy beads falling enchantingly from the sky
Hoping it'll wash away the miss and all of it's madness
Felt the moist in the wind as it kissed my cheeks dry.
This magic before me, I can stare upon all night
For I love it so, it brings the solace I so have craved
Much like my love, I'd gaze upon her till the break of light
Wishing I could tell her of the love I've saved...
A K Krueger Mar 2015
Love of a Pluviophile
A K Krueger
Mar 2015
Be my baby canopy,
cover me in emerald joy
in gales and gusts, sprays of rain,
Be the shield I shan't employ.
By the seaside running out
of staggered breath, though you know
how cherry my cheeks do get;
hurry, kiss them while they glow.
Be the leaves upon my arms
Flutter, whisper, rustle down
Till all I am is but a noun
held in your mouth, your throaty charm.
Brave the hurricanes with me,
I'll be the one who will not fly,
You'll be the baby's lullaby,
above the rain, so anchoring.
Watch the window, hear it creak
above the pitter patter plain,
bathe in the sorrow of the rain,
come up cleaner, with a squeak.
Be the breath upon the hearth
breathe deeply so your lungs are warm,
feel orange among the grungy storm;
grow a greenhouse in your heart.
Follow me out to the Mar,
walking down into the deep end
and down reproaches Heaven will send;
the solemn tear drops of a star.
Up we go, and all around,
Spin with me, collapse and cry,
Until the clouds do say 'Goodbye',
All we hear are hearts that pound.
In the aftermath, it shines,
Angelic pools, a chorus clear,
The silver light plays softly here
like no one once had shed a tear.
Now my heart chokes water, dear,
So hold your pluviophile near.
cover me in emerald joy
in gales and gusts, sprays of rain,
Be the shield I shan't employ.
By the seaside running out
of staggered breath, though you know
how cherry my cheeks do get;
hurry, kiss them while they glow.
Be the leaves upon my arms
Flutter, whisper, rustle down
Till all I am is but a noun
held in your mouth, your throaty charm.
Brave the hurricanes with me,
I'll be the one who will not fly,
You'll be the baby's lullaby,
above the rain, so anchoring.
Watch the window, hear it creak
above the pitter patter plain,
bathe in the sorrow of the rain,
come up cleaner, with a squeak.
Be the breath upon the hearth
breathe deeply so your lungs are warm,
feel orange among the grungy storm;
grow a greenhouse in your heart.
Follow me out to the Mar,
walking down into the deep end
and down reproaches Heaven will send;
the solemn tear drops of a star.
Up we go, and all around,
Spin with me, collapse and cry,
Until the clouds do say 'Goodbye',
All we hear are hearts that pound.
In the aftermath, it shines,
Angelic pools, a chorus clear,
The silver light plays softly here
like no one once had shed a tear.
Now my heart chokes water, dear,
So hold your pluviophile near.