Looking at the sky, I wonder

Do clouds smell like rain

Or is it the heavy scent

Of maybe-rain, not yet realised

Waterlogged air laden with potential

Hearing, distant, a low rumble of thunder

Like a knock on the door

Heralding an imminent arrival

And then, a single drop spatters on the ground

The way is open and down it comes

On my hair, my clothes

Running down my face

Soaking into thirsty soil

Rolling down green leaves

I smell the rain now, fresh and clean

Washing the world, nourishing the earth

I dance in the rain

Accepting this natural baptism

Which cleanses the heart and nourishes the soul.