Pluviophile

The world fades into the grey blanket, softening at the edges

Ambient noises are swallowed, the world becomes hushed

Umbrellas, hooded figures, coats walk briskly to escape the wet

Hiding from the drizzle, keeping the cold at bay

But there are those who find comfort in the dreary days

The soft pitter-patter, a soothing harmony

Inhaling the crisp air, taking in small kiss against the skin

Melting into mother nature, letting reality slip away

Embracing the cold, embracing the wet

Finding peace of mind in the rain

Loving the rain