As rain trickles down
And washes all the town
The smell of Earth rises
Fresh as new dawn
All the heat escapes
Leaving behind a new landscape
Like a painter's canvas - wet yet
So unique - there can't be a fake
Minds clear with the clouds
Calm surfaces nice and loud
The feel of goodness that trickles
Can make a loser feel proud
Even as the first drops come
And glisten on leaves in the sun
You want it to start again
cos there's no joy quite like this one..
