Pluviophile Poem by Tati Ninaria

Rain People are the strangest species on planet Earth.
They seem different than others from the day of birth,
Taking pleasure in thunderstorms and water gazing,
Finding the mystical patterns of clouds amazing.

Rain manifests itself in countless ways and shapes,
Creating a palette of sparkling colourful shades.
At first, rain appears as moody, insecure, edgy and shy,
Slowly breaking its way through the gloomy, murky sky.

But then the wind picks up and merges with the rain.
They dance and blend with nature, turning wild and vain.
The ardent lightning passionately strikes the chords.
It shatters the horizon with the echo of majestic words:

'Power, freedom, joy and relief! '
They bring a change to one's belief.

Exhausted from the heated escapade, the rain begins to fade,
Blissfully dissolving in the calming wind, to never be afraid.
The clouds solemnly disperse and welcome tranquil light
Amusing Rain People with magnificent rainbow delight.