Never actually identified as a pluviophileJust loved however rain cameDrizzles or poursLoved how when we were littlewe would run and playDrenched and laughingoblivious to the imminence of colds.Love how I have to get warm nowA blankie, a hoodie, tea, books, music.How the world seems to stopAnd focus on that moment"It's raining, stop everything and run … Continue reading Sentiments of A Pluviophile →