Pluviophile
“Rain rain, go away. Come again another day” as little kids whom building a sand castle right at the beach muttered when she saw a big dark cloud accumulating at the sea side.
Minutes later, everyone running to the nearest shelter; whether to their car, dash to the nearest store or underneath the shack’s umbrella; not one single person who wants to have a contact with the most purest scene of earth. Each of the person within the vicinity hoping the rain would not ruin their day of enjoying their favourite past time with their family, friends nor love ones.
In the woods, a girl clamoring underneath the trees as her bare foot feet stepping to the mushy ground and her laugh fills the air. As she close her eyes and feel the chill of each drop of rain hitting her face, she wish it would stay and last. Nor she wants it to go away, nor she would let the cloud to leave; dancing in the pile and laughing all the way is her most favourite past time; as she believe the rain is there to say hello and intend not to let it away.
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