Coming of the Rain

Slowly, slowly, the clouds turned grey.
It was the first sign that day
Of the rain that was on its way.
I felt the breeze dance across my skin,
Ruffling my hair and seeping within.
The cool tendrils made me smile on a whim.
I longed to open my arms,
Embrace nature and all her charms.
But all I did in the meanwhile
Was look out the window, close my eyes and smile.