Rained Up for a New Name
A Pluviophile's Poem
In the middle of my heartache, at noon,
beautiful dark clouds tiptoed over the
mountain, past my metal rooftop,
onto my sunny patio, jasmined gracefully
on both sides. A strange aromatic scent
breezled its way into my heated nostrils; To be
‘Petrichor’ by name. Clusters of multiple moistures
spattered heavily, nonstop for minutes.
Upon the glassy skin of a wet window,
I steered my fingers back and forth
doodling shapes and figures
until I finally penned my middle name;
the sacred tag given to me by my
earthly grandfather. One secret down,
and I couldn’t resist her metaphysical urge
as it prompted me to spin more secrets
until there was no more space to fit in.
For the first time in days, I finally understood
the art of realistic communication.
Ever since then, I’ve been close friends with the rain;
who thought it wise to give me
an additional name; ‘PLUVIOPHILE’
a sacred lover - sister and playmate -
blessed with a newly refreshed peace of mind.
© Oluwatosin Okupa Sep 2022 _ All Rights Reserved
🔮Oceanic Bites from Me to You:
Are you a lover of rain? What does rainfall mean to you? I’d love to know how you feel. Share your thoughts in the comment section. Thanks for reading!!
This is a response to Sahil Patel’s third poetry prompt of September; A hearty thank you to Sahil Patel.
Hola! Oluwatosin Okupa here, from the shores of Ecstasy. Glad to have you here!!!
