Love, four letters yet endless proses and infinite phrases!
Yes I’m a pluviophile!
And I wanted it to rain.
To be solo and company-less,
All by myself, without any shame.
And this impetuous shower washed away the pain.
She tossed the bucket in the well.
Kept pulling the rope to pull the bucket upwards.
There was resistance, yet with all her might she somehow managed to get the bucket full of water at surface level.
They were apart and they were together.
It was over for them, from the beginning.
They came close and repulsed each time,
Like similar poles of two magnets,