Rain, why won't you stop avoiding me? I long to be under one of your fresh showers, soaking to the bone and oh so happy inside, allowing the cold to consume all my warmth and leaving me to freeze at the wind's mercy. (Yet my body could never be as cold as my soul feels...)
Grant my wish and command your drops to flow freely from the skies above straight down at my face and make the chilling temperature embrace me whole, making my breath visible and lowering my skin's temperature to it's own.
Rain, set me under your spell once again, surround me as I cry what's let of my heart and allow my tears to merge with your own, say you'll fix me, say you'll set me free, and turn me into your water, setting my fate to an eternity in your comfort.
Pluviophile
(n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
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