I sit and listen to the rain on the leaves
A sound so soft and calm.
The night is too dark for me to see
Yet I know that the rain is there.
I can smell it in the air and feel it on my skin.
It has been too long.
I have missed its cool caress.
It rinses away the dust and the haze.
Afterward, leaves, kissed by the rain, release a soft perfume.
The air is heavy with the scent of everything good and green.
This is how rain refreshes the soul.