And the rain falls,
Cold and gloomy
On the evening pavement,
Washing away
The sins of the day.
I love the sound
Of the drops hitting glass,
The iron smell
Of fresh water
Splattering the thirsty soil.
Looking at the gorgeous trees,
So translucent
In this evening light;
Little lanterns
Made from raindrops.
Delicate petals
Bouncing back,
After being pounded
From above;
Bringing new life.
The memories of a
Long hot summer,
Mixing with the
New freshness of long overdue rain;
Such beautiful contrast.
So overdue, so welcome,
Quenching the thirst
Of Mother Nature;
Cooling the overheated passions
Of one and all.