The day is cold and grey,

And the sky is a sheet of cloudy steel

Over my head.

It starts slow, one drop of cold landing on my head,

But before I know it,

It is a downpour.

I don’t rush inside just yet.

I take a minute to let the cool and refreshing drops

Catch me and leech the warmth from my body.

I tilt my head back to face the sky

And I watch the droplets streak down towards the earth.

I listen to the soft sound of water rushing and splashing.

I breathe in the crisp air, heavy with the scent of wet pavement and dirt.

I let a smile catch my face,

And only then do I go inside.