Pluviophile Stories

It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51

For the ones whose feelings are too loud- so loud they drown out thought, yet somehow stay silent to the world. #103 in poems out of 87.3k 27/10/2024 #112 I thoughts out of 75.9k 23/10/2024

Bad decisions make for good poetry. "you and me, we're poetry. painting stories with our lips." - Drift (Alina Baraz & Galimatias) _______ Cover photo is my edit.

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A girl writing poems about events in life.

What we miss the most when we are in the adult stage, Of course it is our childhood memories and all. No doubt at all. And even sometimes we wish to go back to our old ages that not even possible but still wishes. When we try to recollect our memories, its called Nostalgia, instantly rises up and fills our heart and mind. So have a read and Enjoy and embrace the poetic sense in you hahaha :)

"At first it was just the rain but I found myself falling for you"

in which two people with complete different personalities come together to share their love for rain in such an unbelievable way. - She only wanted to go out to buy some tea to help cure her insomnia on a rainy night. What she didn't expect was to come across an unconscious body covered from head to toe in red , drenched in blood and left there in such an unexplainable way. Hurrying home trying to convince herself it was all a horrid nightmare. She didn't know that she wasn't the only one who had witnessed such a fatal disaster. - yn x jungkook

I quit.

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

The love of a Pluviophile could either be for better or for worse.

Hi! I'm rin and this is my first story that i've written out, or at least trying to. I'm not very good at writing and stuff so please bare with me! !!Slow Updates!!

ketika orang lain mencari tempat untuk berteduh tetapi pluviophile akan melompat ke tengah hujan tanpa memperdulikan apapun.Hujan memang bisa membawa ke tenangan bagi sebagian orang, itupun yang saya rasakan saat turunnya hujan, ketika perasaan seseorang sedang sedih dan hujan turun ia akan merasa lebih tenang dan lega, ia juga suka bila bisa bermain di tengah hujan. karena kecelakaan beberapa tahun lalu dia harus kehilang dua malaikat hidupnya , yaitu ayah dan ibunya.itu yang membuat ia membenci angin karena ia fikir penyebabnya adalah angin. suatu ketika ia merasakan hujan yang berbeda, hujan yang membuatnya merasakan perasaan sedih , khawatir , gelisah dan kehilangan. ia kehilangan satu satunya orang yang ia punya , yaitu adiknya . dan untuk pertama kalinya ia membenci hujan, setiap waktu saat hujan turun ia selalu menggunakan payung agar tak basah dan melindunginya dari hujan. ketika ia menghindari hujan , dia menemukan seseorang yang bisa membuatnya mencintai hujan lagi.

writing my feelings.

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: A lover of rain, someone that finds joy and peace of mind in the rain.

Xena stops and thinks for a few seconds, then replies,"It has never really been a dream, more of the thought of having the mentality and mindset of a Mafia. I have always found it intriguing to think about the mind of a Mafia. Many people might think it a strange lifestyle to live by killing people. But I think it's more than that. Its more like living knowing that you possess power, and you can easily take control. It's a great thing to be free and to do your own will, but to be able to have a certain amount if authority is really great. Don't you think you would enjoy knowing that you are respected, not necessarily feared, but known for having power?" When Xena Bon Vardo, a fourteen year old girl, starts training to join the Mafia, she is faced with many challenges, and realizes that she has only seen a small part of the world. After things go completely wrong in Novum, the city is taken over, and many people are forced to flee. Xena and her friends need to make a difficult choice, yet her instinct to kill is still strong. Each choice has it's consequences, yet in the end, she learns that when it rains, it doesn't always pour.

She was trapped in solitude and isolation yet she finds comfort in the presence of the mysterious man who only exists under the tiny drops of falling rain.