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Pluviophile

And if the skies be full of gloom
Let the rain then touch your feet
Let it soak and make you cool
Let the flowers have their feast…

~*~

Heroes sometimes

Come in trickles of

Soft soothing water

Celestial teardrops

On the windowpane

My calming mentor

Saving me from my

Demons, teaches of

Tranquility’s power

Taut nerves unravel

My heartbeat going

Softer, even slower

As a wind whistles

Its merry melodies

Synesthetic colour

And chilly puddles

Bloom rainbows in

Grey skies fervour

I taste the reveries

Petrichor comforts

And my eyes flutter

My soul transcends

I rest my tired bones

On this rainy weather.

~*~

Oh, oh, oh
Little raindrop
Listen to the rain…

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Playful Puddles

Soft raindrops delicately fall

Into your porcelain-white doe eyes

Not salty tears of dark gloom at all

But of pure jubilance and sheer remise

Now all I see are sky blue puddles

In your twinkling bright pair of pupils

And fragile colourful rainbows filled

Mirages flashing, peaceful, distilled.

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Rain Some More

Hey now, we’ve got to make it rain somehow
She told me to, and showed me what to do
Our Maggie makes it in a cloud…

~*~

Continuous shouts and protests of “Rain, rain, go away!”

That’s the rhyme all the children chant along to and collectively say

For they all wish to peacefully resume their silly little games

Under the sun, without getting sopped wrinkly and washed down into the drain

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But to the sight of my childish heart, you are gaiety, Nature’s splendour

In terms of Mother Goose, I’m that foolish eensy weensy spider

Playing by the iridescent puddles, the nipping ardour of torrential rain

Drenching myself in pattering jubilance without bearing any shame

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The plants join in my strange pantomime, my personal ode to stormy skies

Flowers swaying gently as they welcome waters that kiss their petals nice

The drops of rain that mix with luminescence, an ethereal emotion

Waiting giddily for the bridge of rainbow for me to cross after this downpour session

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Fun, colour, and the sweet smell of petrichor, won’t you join my rain dance and song?

Indulge yourself in cloudburst joviality until you are soaked to your very bone

For when the sun hides its rays of gold to rest, and the day is dislimned by the clouds that soar

We must find solace in embracing duskiness and frigid water, so let it rain some more.

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