I am one strange Pluviophile.
Loving the rain in the state of melancholy.
Watching raindrops falling with unexpected depths.
Perceiving the smell of wet soil that soothes my heavy heart.
And wishing, wishing the kind sky would shed the tears that I could not bear.
Yes, I am one strange person.
Creating thoughts in a peculiar way.
Ironically in the middle of a sun rise and in the state of euphoria.