Thursday 25 August 2016

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.


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