Poem : Pluviophile

I love you.
I love the way you touch,
Moist and cool and filled with joy.

I love you.
I love the way you smell,
Fragrance that makes my heart swell.

I love you.
I love the marks you leave.
Just the thoughts of which gifts peace of mind.

I love you.
Though I don't like your friends all that much,
Your friends are too loud and scary.

I have always loved you,
Right from the days I learnt to sense and feel.
I love you, rain

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