The pitter-patter of rain

Falling to the ground

Wetting my hair

Bringing joy to my soul

Cleansing the earth.

Lightning flashes

Thunder booms

Bringing fear to some

Exhilaration to others

Music to my ears.

The storm slows

Then fades away

A fresh smell

Fills the land

A stripe of colors

Lights the sky.

The colors will fade

The smell covered

Till the rain comes again

To make the earth

Clean again.

Photo by LaRene Gaunt; do not copy