Facing the Rain
I love it when the sky
starts turning dark
and the breeze
has the smell of damp
and the begining of the wet
raindrops hit my face
with a gentle touch
Then the thunder
rolls and cracks
like a marching band
the raindrops start falling
harder and harder
with a sound,
like the tapping
of nails on a tin roof,
then the smell of the earth
musky and warm
starts to rise,
and graces the air
with an earthy perfume
the wind blows harder
whippng my hair around my face
encircling me
like a whirling piroette,
graceful in motion
then as the rain slows
to a gentle covering mist
the earth reawakens
opening its eyes
to the sight of a rainbow
gracing the heavens overhead
its almost if the earth
is washed clean of its sins
to be reborn as pure
as the day it was created
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