Hi there!
If you are wondering what is this site for, this is just a simple description of me, pluviophile. Who am I, the things I love to do, my opinions about things, and especially what I feel.
From my screen name, you can assume that I'm a type of person who loves it when the sky is dark, I love it when it is crying. There are plenty reasons why I like it. It brings back my sweet memories with my loved ones. The ones who have played a big role in my life and who have shaped me from what I am now. It also helped me to relax and take out all the stress I'm having. The sound of each teardrops is like a music to my ears, and serves as a sweet lullaby that my mom used to sing. The coldness of it reminds me of my father, the person in my life who awakened me from my Utopia to reality. However, even though the rain is cold, once it touches your soul it turns into a warm one that flows straight to your heart.
What I like most about the rain is that it represents my innocence in this world. When I was younger, I used to play a lot outside with my cousins and other street children. I was in our farm, with my other buddies, playing all day under the warmth shining sun. I can still feel the cold breeze, the smell of fresh air and hear the naive laughters that were spreading everywhere. The smiling sky turns to grey, but that did not stop the guileless little ones from playing until the sky starts to cry. Instead of going home and listening to our parents' warnings, we played more and enjoyed dancing under the rain. Mud was all over our body, but no one could erase the smile on our faces. After that, I got sick and my parents and other relatives of mine got very disappointed in me. I could still see those until now that I grew up, but despite of those unwanted looks, I knew that was the last happiest moment of my life. The moment where I found my inner peace. Whenever the rain starts to fall, it always serve as my reminder that even though life has full of do's and donts, it is my life. As a kid, I follow my own rules and not with the rules of my parents or anyone who was older than me. My game, my rules, my life.
Sometimes in life, people tend to missed one of the important events in their lives because they focus more on things that they think that will give them security and comfort. Yes, probably they are right but how long will it last? Treasure each memory, each chapter in your life, even the very small details of it because you never know if God has already giving you the opportunity of finding your true happiness but you keep throwing it away. So smile and be thankful of whatever happens in your life. Have faith :)
If you are wondering what is this site for, this is just a simple description of me, pluviophile. Who am I, the things I love to do, my opinions about things, and especially what I feel.
From my screen name, you can assume that I'm a type of person who loves it when the sky is dark, I love it when it is crying. There are plenty reasons why I like it. It brings back my sweet memories with my loved ones. The ones who have played a big role in my life and who have shaped me from what I am now. It also helped me to relax and take out all the stress I'm having. The sound of each teardrops is like a music to my ears, and serves as a sweet lullaby that my mom used to sing. The coldness of it reminds me of my father, the person in my life who awakened me from my Utopia to reality. However, even though the rain is cold, once it touches your soul it turns into a warm one that flows straight to your heart.
What I like most about the rain is that it represents my innocence in this world. When I was younger, I used to play a lot outside with my cousins and other street children. I was in our farm, with my other buddies, playing all day under the warmth shining sun. I can still feel the cold breeze, the smell of fresh air and hear the naive laughters that were spreading everywhere. The smiling sky turns to grey, but that did not stop the guileless little ones from playing until the sky starts to cry. Instead of going home and listening to our parents' warnings, we played more and enjoyed dancing under the rain. Mud was all over our body, but no one could erase the smile on our faces. After that, I got sick and my parents and other relatives of mine got very disappointed in me. I could still see those until now that I grew up, but despite of those unwanted looks, I knew that was the last happiest moment of my life. The moment where I found my inner peace. Whenever the rain starts to fall, it always serve as my reminder that even though life has full of do's and donts, it is my life. As a kid, I follow my own rules and not with the rules of my parents or anyone who was older than me. My game, my rules, my life.
Sometimes in life, people tend to missed one of the important events in their lives because they focus more on things that they think that will give them security and comfort. Yes, probably they are right but how long will it last? Treasure each memory, each chapter in your life, even the very small details of it because you never know if God has already giving you the opportunity of finding your true happiness but you keep throwing it away. So smile and be thankful of whatever happens in your life. Have faith :)