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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