Fresh Morning

A gentle, dancing rainfall,
Surrounds me as I walk,
And the river rushing past me,
Makes a babbling sound,
Beautiful, and musical.

Although the sun is not there,
Covered by clouds of grey,
The sky is still a wonderful colour,
With patches of light blue, mixed with darker.

The grass is damp,
Yet it smells so fresh,
And in the distance, there's a man,
With a dog,
He calls the dog as it barks.

I inhale the morning air,
And smile inside,
Because it's days like this one,
Which make me feel lucky to be
Walking on this earth.