The delicate blue sky is swallowed by shade

A raging gray army of clouds in its wake

The air grows thick as a choir of birds fades

Windows creak closed, locking out the rich smell of rain

The first drops fall
Gently, each is a tiny dancer twisting through the air

The rain buries the towns

Devouring their glowing orange lights in cool tones of blue

The melody of drops sing a lullaby 

Encompassing the world below in a comforting hug

Long lost friends meeting again

Life slows

The rain pours past joyful faces

Watching the round droplets race over foggy glass

Rushing down shaking shoulders

Drops trace over laughing bodies to feet, pooling on wet pavement

Through cracked windows spilling with soft light

The rain sings to a napping cat

The percussion of drops slowly subsides

Graceful beads roll from sight, the rain wishes us goodbye

Trees no longer dance

The sky no longer sings

The sun crawls back out, showering the world once again in light

Yet still, the wet grass reminds that the rain will soon come again