A Rainy Day

Rain, I adore, I impatiently wait for, Like a wife awaits her husband from war. Sloshing, splashing scintillating drops, Soothing my skin with hopes along with my smudged heart, Rain, my first love, my sweetheart. Laying on the gullible grass, Staring at the sublime sky, Thinking of life's dreams made of glass, As the drops fall, lifting me to fly. After the sky is clear, Leaving the earthy smell That to my heart is so dear. Freesias, nasturtiums and bluebells. The sun, masquerading behind creamy clouds, Willows are not weeping, rain swept away their doubts. Wisterias are waltzing with the wind, Gardenias and Geraniums grinned. What a joy it is to be a mortal! Life, a mix of smiles, beauty and chortles.