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‘I’m sorry but I love the rain’: A poem that ‘pluviophiles’ will surely love

The following#POPCreators entry was submitted by Reajane Aguilar Balbada, who considered herself a pluviophile (a person who loves rain).  Submissions under POP! Creator Community appears “as is,” without any editorial intervention.


Here’s the poem created by Balbada entitled “I’m sorry but I love the rain”:

I’m sorry but I love the rain

From its soft, tender sound 

Pitter-patter on the roofing.

Bliss is the sound that it brings!


I’m sorry but I love the rain

Though I fear of the lightning

That strikes my window pane

And the roaring thunder from the heavens.


I’m sorry but I love the rain

The foremost fragrance of the drizzled soil,

Petrichor is what they name.

Aroma at its best, heaven in the earthy smell!


I’m sorry but I love the rain

For it waters the thirsty grasslands

And the farmers’ crops in the hinterlands

Rain quenches the thirsty ground.


I’m sorry but I love the rain

To some it’s disadvantageous,

The effect of flood may be humongous 

They’re so wrong to think that rain causes this deluge.

I’m sorry but I love the rain

It’s not the culprit of the many floods

Surely but the greed of humankind

That makes our forest bare and bald.


I’m sorry but I love the rain

For it recalls my childhood memories

The joy, the fun, the sorrow and the pain.

Those reminiscences beheld by no other than the rain.

Photo credit: Erik Mclean via Unsplash


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