Pluviophile

Tranquility fills my being
As the rain starts pouring;
Delighted when the clouds cry
Averting grounds from being dry.

Deciphering the drops on my roof
Drives me into events without proof.
Instilling memories in my mind,
Suffices the convenience I find.

Wishing for cloudbursts often
Compelling my mood to glisten.
Sitting for hours in silence,
Sensing coolness in the ambience.

Intensely relaxed with the splashes,
Within forth my mind flourishes.
Joyous when I meet my crony,
Comparably during the clouds' agony.