when rain talk to me

When rain talks to meit’s not with wordsbut with a gentle tap tap tapon my window panea rhythm that calmsthe hurried beat of my day. It speaks of soft whisperson thirsty leavesa promise of growtha sigh of relief. The earth breathes deepand so do I. Sometimes it’s a drumminga wild symphonywashing away the dustthe grime, the worries. It sings of cleansingof starting anew. The scent of wet eartha familiar storyof roots reaching deepand skies opening wide. It tells me to slow downto listen. The puddles reflecta blurred, beautiful skya reminder that evenin the storm, there is light. And the cool, clean aira gentle toucha silent understanding.