#pluviophile
pluviophile; the part of mankind who enjoy rainy days
who long for the peace in which rain provides them
to gaze intriguingly at each drizzle slowly stream down windows
to hear drops hit faintly against rooftops overhead
to splash wildly in mud puddles
and to laze in the showers from above.
pluviophile; the part of humanity who feel loved by the rain
and those who feel protected by the silent tears clouds shed
whilst distracted by their own.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 12:10 PM UTC
he told me he loved the rain
the same as i did
what he meant,
was that he loved to watch
from behind the window
and listen as it gently tapped
against the glass.
when i say i love the rain
i mean that the roar of thunder
awakens my bones,
just as the smell of lightning
fills my lungs.
i hear it kissing the earth
and all at once
i can't stop myself
from running outside
and letting it consume me.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 10:17 AM UTC
I remember the rain
the feels
how I love it.
I remember that many rainy
afternoons with you
how I love it.
I remember you
how I’ve loved you.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 7:16 AM UTC
O Rain
Why do you
Make me so happy?
Yours truly,
Somewhere locked,
And unable to dance in your grace.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
It pours from the heavens
A long confinement sealed
It drops like hail cannons,
A moment of reprieve.
Thunder dear, never could drum
Deliverance that fell from up high
Lightning was a screeching flash
Affection falling from the sky !
And night clouds do not dissolve
Dubious why it wasn't made known,
All black, a shimmering design,
The solipsistic man's joyous cry.
And till next morn's awakening,
Might there be tip-tapping more.
As night takes over,
And rain acts transporter,
Transcending it all to a level high !
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
petrichor is to VX
as temporary is to eternity
for a long sleep
is considered 'la petit mort'
let it pour down the porcelain
stitching
of thy hollow carcass
cold, shivering,
along with
the music of my teeth,
tattering
to calm is to wait for precipitation.
and I want it so bad.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
I love to watch the rain
Rain with a flash of lightning
Lightning with a dash of thunder
Thunder makes me wonder
Wonder at the wayward wind
The wayward wind sets the rhythm
The rhythm sways the world
The world is in chaos
Chaos is peaceful
Peaceful is the moment
The moment when I am at home
At home watching the rain.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
A thick silky ebony sky
Warming us with its salty tears
A quick sharp beautiful dance
That masks the mundane fears
Oh how those sorrows prance about
Making souls fly
Causing the desire for tomorrow to begin
Cease until morning sunrise
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC
like raindrops when the storm passed
with no rainbows, but still gray skies
let make the path on window panes
let live a trace, but leave no face
on silent deaths becoming clear
of the dark paths made from tears
feel the cold embrace of this cage
of the thousand cries unheard
and a hundred wounds still fresh
with every path on window panes
that lead to the cold hard ground,
with a crash that leads to a loss
but gives life to dear earth
we are dancers of a feast of stories
of life and death and our momentary clouds
like the paths we made that meets the ground
after the rain has passed
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
they say no one dies alone
and it's cruel
but once i pass
i will leave a hole in my sister's heart
once my sadness ends
her sadness will begin
forever
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
there is a grey mist hanging from the sky
behind miles of its skin is a raging war
a calm firmament, but peace is yet so far
it is weak, and so, it yearned to die
roars were heard, and light brought the bath
the war is already won, sing an aftermath
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Joey and the gang invited me for some bowling after our shift.
I was just about to put on my teal shirt when suddenly
I heard two titans exchanging blows beyond a field made of cotton.
This was the most action I've seen in a while.
In a matter of seconds the land was engulfed with familiar shadows.
Audiences were enthralled, sweating, setting each other on fire.
The armies of heaven are coming soon, I shouldn't go to work
And besides, traffic will go from worse to worst at best. Looking like machines dry ******* each other.
Elves start tiptoeing on my roof when titan A landed a right hook on titan B
Caught a glimpse of my feline companion bolting towards the couch.
I started heating water and mixed it with my teabag afterwards.
I let this paper made of mom's warm hugs throw themselves around me.
I sat beside the window and watched the contestants race each other to the finish line.
I find peace in their chaos. I find comfort in their pain.
Watching the Earth get rejuvenated also heals my rusted body.
This is God's best creation for a weary traveller like me.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
Trade me some beauty,
and I will give you silver skies.
Speckled with ***** gaze,
of stars,
like silver glitter spilled in a river,
yet in a world above,
it seems not tainted by life,
only a still galaxy
of perfection.
Trade me some beauty,
and I will give you silver skies,
so you can gaze into a different world,
and start your own dreams.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
First showers of the summer rain
Like a long awaited guest
From the sky came for a visit
Kissed the heart of the burned earth
Crushing the strata of heat and sweat
Cold drizzle spraying drop by drop
Gently over the cracked roof
Magical music of the summer showers
Mystic artwork for the little moments
Of lightning and heavy beats of thunder
Rain is singing in the right rhythm
Rain , Rain , sing again
Rain , Rain , come again
The Pluviophile sang from her window
Song of the drizzling rain always
Resonanced with the song of her soul
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
Drop by drop. One follows another.
Continual ripples. Meeting only at the circular bound.
Don't tell me that you detest it. How can you detest something so beautiful?
A source of your own individuality. Deepening your thoughts,
widening your perception. Showing you light in your darkest hours.
It takes away the colour. Letting it stream down the road.
Gathered in one single puddle, is a person's lonely thoughts.
And I feel for the man. He who was not listened.
I feel for the man. He who felt comfort streaming down his face.
Exposing him to reality and truth.
I only have love for it, not loathe.
On wet days, I stare at it pouring down in solace.
Why is it ignored? Why does he keep on walking?
So I reach out my hand, I welcome and embrace it.
I try to show comfort, for it is what it does to me.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:13 AM UTC
Every time it rains and I'm walking I
Step into a puddle, leaving my socks wet.
Every time this happens, I don't mind. I don't
Regret it, despite my feet being cold.
Even though it's not the greatest feeling, I'm
Happy to have stepped in this puddle. And
This time, my feet may never get dry.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
You ask me not to wait for you
I've been waiting my entire life.
Mama says I'm too direct, that I say things too quickly. But what does it matter?
Maybe my entire life, all of these nineteen years, wasted in the poppies beyond the tall, tall fence...
Maybe, just maybe, I've been waiting, and I didn't even know. Maybe I was waiting- am still waiting- for you.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
You who blew a gentle kiss in my cheek
You who makes the light weak
You who is silent
You who brings unspeakable violence
You who are cloaked with grey
You who comes to stay
You who cry
You who are in the sky
You who brings life
By the means of strife
A dim light produces evermore
When you shout a roar
Serenity is what you are from the start
Destruction is what you leave when you part
The sky is once again clear
with a bright color sphere
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
I want to live in a world where umbrellas don't exist
where no one runs to get out of the rain
where everyone stops
with eyes closed
heads laid back
and arms outstretched
welcoming every drop on their skin
as if each one is an intimate kiss
falling from the sky
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
I am a gray-sky afternoon.
I am all shades of wet asphalt.
The fierce battle between the droplets
of cool water and the warmth of the ground.
I am the white noise that envelops everything.
I live in a world of blurry reflections and subdued colors.
I look for feelings and thoughts.
I am inspired by anything that surrenders to whatever I sprinkle over them.
I live on a rainy day.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
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.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
when everyone
clings to their umbrellas
avoid puddles
and walk on damp earth
you will find her
dancing in the rain
and stops only
to smell the petrichor
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
I want to kiss you in the rain
for so long,
that afterwards,
I'll hear the pidder padder
of raindrops
every time we touch
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
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...
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC