Pluviophile
Pluviophile, lovers of rain,
I learnt the word today.
See, I hate rain and wasn’t much impressed
Until it brought back memories, locked away.
Innocent hands, peeping out of windows,
judging the intensity of rain,
Hoping for school to get called off.
When it did, sneaking to the terrace,
getting drenched, playing make believe games,
Racing paper boats in muddy waters.
Getting surprised, by passing showers,
when out running errands,
Indulging oneself to wash the pain inside.
Slipping, sliding and dirtying oneself
playing cricket in conditions not for the faint-hearted.
Then, washing it down with hot piping tea.
Writing bad poems,
Talking about love, rains, and rainbows,
longing for someone to hold on to.
Come to think of it,
I have always been a pluviophile.
Rains have always conjured a sense of calm in me.
Look, perfectly on cue,
It has started to rain outside.