I love it more
when I see the tar black clouds
rushing at me
I love it more
as they hit the ground
throwing up earthly scents
I love it more
when they buzz like angry bees
knocking the roof and window panes
I love it more
when, after the shower
the leaves are lush green
I love it more
when the birds with wet wings
take shelter under the shed
I love it more
when riots of colors wink at me
from tiny bubbles atop the puddles
I love it more
When the drops bounce back
hitting the hard reality of ground
I love it more
When the gust of wind carries the splash along
and then it is just not there...
I love it more
when it produces the sound of drumming
after falling against the canopy of trees
I love it more
when the summer rain
washes off the heat and whispers, life is good!
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