At Peace In My Pluviophilia

As the clouds gather and the skies darken

I hear the comforting rumble of thunder

Then see the short, sharp flashes lighten

As the heavens open, I stand directly under

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Drip drop, pitter-patter,

Memories frozen, former, latter

Drip drop, pitter-patter

Memories frozen; nothing matters

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As the rain continues to fall incessantly

I feel the calming of the storm on my skin

Then I smell the musky, pleasant scent of Petrichor, increasing

As the waters soak through me, clothing and all, I win

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Every waterlogged step of my boots

Every satisfying squelch, I am at peace in my Pluviophilia

The way the denim sticks to my skin and takes root

I am at peace

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I stand and lick at my lips as if the rain was some delicious elixir

And, of course, it is

it is.

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