Rain moves across my field of vision

A curtain of silver sparkles falling, falling

I marvel how water runs with such precision

Packets of water jostling their way downhill

The air is heavy with warmth and moisture

A heavy drip drips upon my dampened hair

A sound wave ripples by – crashing thunder

Petrichor could indeed be bottled and sold

Become vogue among natural fragrance

The scent of choice for elementals

A statement made simply by chance

The patter of water droplets on the window

Helps me sleep and totally relax

I adore walking in the rain – drenched

Rain, water in motion and nature’s syntax

Washing away my anger and my pain

A gift from the Gods – a statement

And cleansing all the profane

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