Pluviophile

Oh the comfort and calm of this cloudy morn

The soothing softness of new day born

 

The rain, when it comes, joins the song of the birds

My well being, peacefulness, needing no words

 

Would that it were like this day after day,

Clouds scudding 'cross skies as they go on their way

 

The sound - rain falling - my very soul feeds

I hunger, I thirst for the nourishing beads

 

Of water, that which I love so dear

To feel, and hear it continue near

 

As it falls from the sky It nourishes earth

It brings new life, for me new birth

 

A pluviophile is one who finds peace

Wellbeing in cloudiness, in life a new lease

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