Smell the Rain

I smell the rain When settled dust Upon a field of flowers Dances in the four winds, And moist air encircles me. I see the rain Like a man's fist On an outstretched arm Rolling back its sleeve. As it swings with strength, I hear the rain. The thunder rolls; Light crackles and flashes In the distance; from above, When I cannot escape, I feel the rain Soaking into my clothes; As I run for shelter Under the rickety porch, Breathless, at its cedar post I taste the rain In coupled hands. As it streams down The weathered tin roof In veils of cascades, I know the rain Will wash away the dust And paint the earth and sky With puddles and bows; When the storm breaks, I love the rain.