Rain.

Rain. Fresh, clean, cleansing.

Rain.
Fresh, crisp,
Cleansing.
Washing away the worries of the world,
Unfurrowing the brow.
Clearing the fog in the mind to reveal a beautiful vista
Of bright colors -- yellow, blue, periwinkle.
And luscious blades of grass
Forming a hammock around my feet
As the sunset sleeps, exposing the lustrous twinkle
Of distant stars projected upon the glossy skies.