It's the rich soil

wafting its way to your nose,

enlightening your senses.

It's the longing

as you gaze out the window,

trapped inside.

It's the melancholy,

as old memories seem to appear,

by a single drop.

I take a breath

and the sky opens up

drenching me in its silence.

A new beginning.

And here, in this moment

of rain, I long to be no where else

but in open fields

dancing in earth's tears.