the rain comes and washes over me.
cleansing me,making me feel pure and untainted again.
my spirits are lifted,even for a while,
i welcome it, bask in it.
the rain sliding down my face, my body,
my clothes soaked throughly,
seeping in, and then out of my shoes,
creating a small pool around me.

the sushine after the rain.
all that is left, is that lingering scent.
my little secret.

oh boy, i do love the smell of rain.

tomorrow is another day,
and i am thristy anyway,
so bring on the rain.