Rain
chills the summer air
easing the crust  from pain,
the cracks too painful to bear.

soil wet and moist
grass sprinting back to life,
all the bugs rejoice
On blades as firm as knives.

Many a cold and clear drop
Replaces clumps of dust
Nature swaps its ragged top
For colours more robust.

And like a maiden on a stroll
Fresh from a hot bath
mesmerises every soul
That walks down nature's path.