the rain.

I think I enjoy the rain more than I should.

When people complain about it I simply keep shut.

For rain is to me one of creations most endearing qualities.

The smell indefinable- subtle yet strong.

Fresh but old- a distant scent yet familiar.

The sound is consoling. Like an old friend, who treats me with understanding.

For the rain and I we converse. I sip my tea while it continuously runs down my window fashioning itself in unpredictable patterns on the glass.

The rain sees the bigger picture. It is working for a brighter day.

Cold and wet temporarily it may be.

But we often forget the rain brings everything green.

It dampens the earth and brings out its raw scent.

It enhances the morning rose and beautifies the blade of grass.

It makes the awaking of unearthly hours bearable. 

And being in the inside of a house more heartening and tender.

It is an under appreciated beauty.

And though sky may be gray or cloudy, even they are in loveliness of their own.

The shade of colour, that will never be replicated.

Pale and eerie or dark and inky

The great billowing clouds everyday diverse. 

Great clouds that swell like balloons filling the sky- the part of which we see.

I think not; creation even at is worst is still breathtakingly exquisite.

The rain I find soothing- more than many things in fact.

I enjoy the rain more than I should.