I love the smell of rain, that fresh odour of earth being fed.
Glorious droplets, fat with the elixir of life.
Spring water filtered by the weeping hills,
rain filling potholes ready for a child to jump in.
I love the sound of rain from soft to crashing.
Splish, splash, pitter, patter, drip drip drip,
rain talks to us.
I love the feel of rain hitting my upturned face,
to the weeping sky.
It contains a music, it sings to us,
and dances on our bodies, in a cascade of beads.
Covering all in its requiem of water.