Bathed in darkness,
The world seems bleak.
Winds are cold,
And the Moon is shrouded.
Then the Rain falls.
Slowly, at first,
Yet soon it descends with fervor.
And I’m left standing in awe.
Watching the water coat my streets,
Feeling the droplets patter against my raincoat,
And smelling the petrichor as it leaps from the earth.
And I laugh.
Because this is what I live for;
These rainy nights,
When the streets reflect amber lamplight like glass.
When the world is quiet save for the drum of the rain.
And the Lightning that lances across the dark clouds makes it so much better.