how I love: the rain

pitter patter on my window,

a beat so strong, yet here i sew,

I sit in my warm spot next to the view,

sewing and darning my old torn garment, anew.

the sky is grey, yet I wouldn't have it any other way

the smell is marvellously clean, I wish it would stay.

the petrichor reminds me, of the life that exists without me

the next day's life and green with all its beauty is all i would need to see

to know the rain did its heavenly duty and watered all the life that needed it

you see, this is why this is my spot, this is where i like to sit.

I enjoy the darkness, the need for light

how it brings people and animals together, with no fight

all the storm needed to do, was cast a little thunder

a little lightning too, to cast the clouds asunder

and everyone comes clamouring to enjoy a little family time.

yet to do all this, the storm has committed no crime.

The rainbow at the end of its storm is a little flashy but i adore it all the same,

just let the rain have its pleasures, there is no shame.

it must be so tiring to rage and cry all the day long

a little rainbow at the end must be the storm's way to stay strong.

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a little rough around the edges but i wanted to talk about rain :3