The scent of rain,
Rolls in through the screen door,
Making it's way up to the ceiling,
Bringing with it a refreshing coolness,
The afternoon is not late,
Yet the air is moist and gray,
Letting time play tricks upon itself,
The rain starts to dance in the air,
Not falling down or bouncing up,
Suspended like static,
I walk out into the moist gray air,
And inhale the rainy mist,
It clings to my insides like nature's resin,
The sun starts to reach the horizon and the sky turns a soft peach,
Begging to be absorbed,
The peachy air screams,
"Inhale me!", So I do,
Glowing from the peachy mist the day starts to wane,
And I am grateful.
