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.

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