Pluviophile

Melancholic 

Romantic

Annoying

Beautiful

Treacherous

Healing

Repulsive

Sensuous

Rain 

Defies grasp

Of the hand

And the mind

Soaks the soul 

More than the body

Caresses like a lover

And damages like one too

Doesn’t stop till it’s through

You

Wouldn’t know 

With your arid form

And your arid mind

That’s parched and cracked

And hardened beyond repair

That revels in its barren beauty

And deters those droplets from treading

Lest they too lose themselves to oblivion

Alas

You misjudge

And grossly miscalculate

Those droplets are now torrents

A relentless and unforgiving army

That rushes and gushes and ravages

Leaving nothing but mush in its wake

Slowly you begin to embrace your destiny

Turning into the quagmire you were always meant to be

Wistful 

Quixotic

Maddening

Heart-wrenching

Deceitful

Gratifying

Murky

Inspiring

Rain 

Defies grasp

Of the hand

And the mind

Destroys the shell 

And imbues from within

Washing away all pretensions

Unless you are what you were never meant to be

Then your metamorphosis is its only redeeming mercy