Pluviophile Stories

𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. Stubborn breezes giving a shudder, a little drizzle wetting the toes and the scent of the soil stealing away the mind. Infused with love, longing and seasonal blues, this peculiar book of beautiful poems is a place where nostalgia and bliss blend together. Just as the seasons change throughout the year, this book takes you along itself via these poems - some short, some long - written to let you feel the world more intensely. Dive into a place where the monsoon never ends. 🫧🍃Updated regularly. Perfect for quiet nights and deep thoughts. Happy Reading!

Unse Pehli Mulaqat ( love bounded with guns) is my debut book It is arrange marriage story of two pure souls through destiny Vartika Mathur is a first year B.Arch student who dreams to become a IB Officer to serve herself for the nation Rishabh Agnihotri a final year Law student who wanted to serve himself for constitution of India When both of their parents showed up with the proposal of marriage how both fell for each other a bit and how slowly this increased and apparently they become one soul ........ How Destiny plays its role as heart breaker over the matchmaker... The rest story is inside , so... give it a try ...

A poetry anthology featuring only my work. There's most probably a poem for everyone and everything. Do follow me on Instagram if you like my poetry. IG - @penned_delusions

pluviophile. \plu·vi·al·fīl\ n. someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. This Profile Guide will help you learn all about WattNeverland and everything the community has to offer you. Informations about our available reading lists, how to get featured on our profile, and current incentives can be found here!

We make it another year through with our love~

━━ 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❝ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴡᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ❞ 𝕴𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍. . .⊹.˚ The beginning of the story of a so-called "chosen one". Forcefully climbing the tower of greed with nothing to desire from it. There she discovers unique wisdom and shall seek her thriving ambition. [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗] khun a.a. x fem! o.c. part of the "crystal series" ©𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒

Pluviophile (n) A lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days Started: |072421| Ended: |on-hold|

a short love story (she and him)ఌ his another love messed him up but hope was not to be given up on just yet

prose for those dull silvery days and nights

copyright luminouspoetry 2021. ALL CONTENT IS MINE AND WRITTEN BY ME. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR USE MY WORKS IN ANYWAY.

this book is dedicated to one person; a close friend of mine whom ive met over the internet. in this book i will not be calling them by their real name. we shall call them caramel; sweet. just like them.

pluviophile (n.) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. [ atsushi nakajima x fem.reader ] ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: I have lost motivation and abandoned this fan fiction, so be aware of that as you read this.

Pluviophile- /noun/ a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. P l u v i o p h i l e A KaiSoo Three-shot Date posted: December 17, 2015 Date completed: May 9, 2016 ©Neko-xx

Petrichor σοφία, the hidden Ravenclaw that never seems to do anything but draw. Inside of that plain white notebook, no one knows, but the book never leaves her side. When the quiet Ravenclaw drops her book and it falls into the hands of the infamous Weasley twins, Fred and George, when will she ever get to the last page? (I do not own any of the characters besides my own, character and story rights go to J.K. Rowling) (( This book will contain harsh language, so if you do not feel comfortable with swearing, than please do skip over the language. ))

Last night, with thunder rhyme, I was about to go through euthanasia, When rain dropped, It sinked into my heart, Lunatic me can't reveal, I noticed my soul in shower again..., Mine regret was dust, As pearl got stuck in my head, Thundering was pleasing as moon beam, Inquest, If skies wishes to melt dark night, When the Scandals smelled splendid, Rain patters was about to cherish my soul, There I realised, It's my felony to stop melting my soul.! ~Varisha