Chap.9

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Pluviophile

Pluviophile: A person who loves rain or finds comfort during rainy days.

I was 9 when I started feeling comfort during rainy days.

I was 10 when I discovered that people like me are called Pluviophile.

I always loved the rain and storms, no matter how hard it pours from the sky I know it will bring me comfort and peace and happiness.

When I was 11 my brother told me. "I know you only love the rain because after it comes rainbow will, tsk. Typical girly things." But he was wrong, I love the rain because it makes me feel my purity, it makes me feel that I am unique.

"Nope, you're wrong." I answered him as my eyes were glued to the raindrops.

"Then you love the rain because of the suspension if classes?" I shooked my head, not that reason either.

That no matter how cold or how hard it will pour I know it will always be gantle and pure as it pours from the indigo coloured sky.

I was standing near a gravestone as I was looking up in the sky, looking at dark and heavy clouds as I felt my skin having dots of water indicating that the rain will pour harder anytime sooner.

No matter how old I am the rain would always be my comfort zone. One time when I was so mad at my father I wished to the sky to rain to calm me, and it did. It did rain.

But right now, my soul have drifted away. Away from the happiness I feel during rainy days.

I grabbed my umbrella from my sling bag and started opening it, I have drifted from the happy feeling of the rain because it took my brother.

It was one rainy day when my brother slipped from the muddy soil and bumped his head on a stone. It took my brother.

And here I am, giving my brother a visit. standing. In the middle of the rain while using my indigo colored umbrella to shield me from the pouring rain.

It took my brother in just a drop of raindrop.

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