From the heart of a PLUVIOPHILE...

Ever wondered how a pluviophile's world is?

aah! I knew it, you haven't.

here I go, with a dual triplet of mine,

depicting how it feels like

to be pluviophile.

It gives her peace,

It gives her joy.

Its droplets mean pearls to her 

Its smell means scent to her.
When no one is there to listen to her cry
she is there to accompany her.

It is rain and her is she-

a pluviophile.

a thanks to my philosopher's stone

Thanks to my philosopher's stone...

Some people are like the philosopher's stone. just as the stone turns everything into gold and make it immortal they make our life as precious as gold. They step at the door of our life and as soon as it opens they modify it completely. They make it a fairy world, absorbs all the sorrows and emit out love and happiness. in my case, you are that philosopher's stone. you make me think positive and relaxed and so make me happy. Thanks for being in my life.

#dedicated