i love everything about rain,
the way the rain drops race down the window pane

the way it nets the sprouts
like a lovely hug
the dark calming color of the clouds
the thunder that sometimes growls
seeming to be the ****
of nature,
but actually is a creator
of something beautiful

the way our world feels after,
so alighted and innocent,
no need to pretend
like the blue drops would have erased
the pages of worlds darkest places together with the pain
finally creating a new chapter
of life  
that allows us to begin again

the smell of petrichor gives me hope