"Pluviophile"

Raindrops dancing on my windowpane,

A symphony that soothes away the pain.

Grey skies, but I feel so alive,

When the thunder rolls, that’s where I thrive.

Barefoot steps on a puddled street,

Storm-washed air, it’s bittersweet.

While others hide from the falling sky,

I lift my face and I don’t ask why.

I’m a pluviophile, I’m chasing the rain,

Find me where the clouds break over the plain.

When the sky cries, I feel so free,

The storm’s my home, where I’m meant to be.

I’m a pluviophile, let it pour, let it fall—

I never felt so small, yet so tall.

Silver rivers down the window glass,

Time slows down, let the moment last.

Lightning sparks like a heart on fire,

A quiet calm that takes me higher.

No sun can touch what the rain can reach,

Every drop whispers lessons it’ll teach.

In the downpour, I find my grace,

A restless soul in a sheltered place.

I’m a pluviophile, I’m chasing the rain,

Find me where the clouds break over the plain.

When the sky cries, I feel so free,

The storm’s my home, where I’m meant to be.

I’m a pluviophile, let it pour, let it fall—

I never felt so small, yet so tall.

Let it storm, let the heavens break,

Wash me clean of every heartache.

I’ll dance alone in the midnight shower,

Finding strength in every hour.

I’m a pluviophile, I’m chasing the rain,

Find me where the clouds break over the plain.

When the sky cries, I feel so free,

The storm’s my home, where I’m meant to be.

I’m a pluviophile, let it pour, let it fall—

I never felt so small, yet so tall.

So let it rain, let the thunder call,

I’m a pluviophile—I’ll take it all.