Rain sings so many songs... Softly and, steady and, deeply, into the secret chambers of Earth. Awakening the beautiful memories hidden inside, the deep fragrance of love. The feeling of petrichor flowing in my veins ... mind filling with thoughts.
We are pluviophile [(n.) a person who loves rain].
We are the smile that crawls across the face when thunder gives warning to the cloud's purpose. We stop and stare upwards while water craters our face like meteors on the soft sand of the moon.
The dance inside the showers, instead of, walking on the pavement staring stuttered steps to avoid all moisture and pretend to arrive dry someplace, that will never be as important as, this place.
We are the umbrella-less hands raised in the air, palms to the sky, to catch the drops before they find their fate on the Earth below.
We are the bare feet on the asphalt.
We are the puddle jumpers.
We are the rain lovers.
About the Creator
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A 15 years old. With every word, I try to weave a tapestry of imagination, inviting readers to escape to worlds beyond their own. I also do sometimes share my opinion and write tech related content as its a major part of my interests.
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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