Rainy days are Earth's custom.
Heaven's cry and soak into my skin...
like leaves on the trees around me
I sigh in green gratitude.

Smells permeate the downpour...
a wild refresh. Aromas of
lemongrass, eucalyptus & wood-soaked oak
I breathe in thankyous.

Then, when the softest light emerges
from behind the clouds,
blue skies remind me of what it feels like
to be free.