The Taste Of Rain.

The rain just looked so temping today,

It danced and sang as it hit the roof,

The wind would occasionally blow splatters of water onto the window,

Each making a different sound.

The clouds moved fast and the puddles grew,

Streaming down the street like a rapid river.

The smell of fresh rain washing over the trees,

Is a smell that no one can compare.

A mixture of pine with a hint of washed away pollen,

Not like in the summer when the rain made everything smell like tar,

While steam filled the first foot of street.

No, this was a pure rain.

A steady fall that just continues to roar,

Down pour.

Everything is soaking and no one is outside,

However there are still birds chirping,

And cars splashing through the puddles.

I want to be out there.

I want to stand in the middle of the grass,

Hold my arms above my head,

Tilt my head back ever so slightly to feel cold drops on my tongue.

Look at the sky which represents a night sky,

But in actuality the day has just begun.

I want to feel my hair stick to my neck,

And my clothes cling to my body and just soak.

Marinate in the clouds tears,

Never salty and always so sweet.

I think I want to run through the puddles,

Dash through each one with every force my feet and stomp,

Have the water splash as loud as water can sound,

With a hint of giggles I can’t seem to keep to myself.

The rain just looked so tempting today,

It danced and sang as it hit the roof,

The wind would occasionally blow splatters of water onto my face,

Each tasting a little different.