The scent of rain

The soft pitter-patter of the the rain is soothing

Especially when with it , tears mingle as they flow

Every drop that hits the parched ground,

A fragrance fills the air and memories are stirred

Leaving freshness, that’s the scent of rain

It leaves me at peace with a mind full of hope

And joy is found from the little things,

from the gentle patter of the rain.

The wind tells me a sweet story

Of how the touch of rain takes away fears

When self wages war within its space

It swoops right in and doubts are erased

When the burden of imperfection clouds the mind with insecurities

Life is the soil and the rain breaths in life

Quenching existing thirst and redefining my very essence,

helping the dreams that were once asleep,

Wake up from their slumber

The wind says that I shall find my way,

The gentle patter of rain reminds me to embrace the day

And to look up the sky with a smile

That like rain, I can be the reason that flowers will bloom, that plants will grow