Pluviophile. A lover of rain. Those rainy days are the quiet days when all the noises of the universe are still. I love the dance of the circles as the rain drops land in the all puddles. Stepping outside to see nature dance and how each affect one another. The smell of the rain is the sweetest smell, and I always loved to dance in the rain.

Oh the stormy days blooming into blizzards,

It is really better then the south with lizards.

Ah the smell of home cooking…

My stomach longs for the days of fried gizzards.

But we survived the last blizzard.

Now is time to gather all frogs.

As the cool crisp air is replaced with smog

There will be no reason to learn to dance on logs

If they kill all the frogs.

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