You never see it; you always smell it first.
The scent of wet earth was what alerted me to the darkening sky, to the promise of rain. A mild breeze blew, making the window pane creak. Wind chimes danced gracefully with the sway of the trees.
It was hesitant at first. It daintily touched a flower petal here or a leaf there, like it was scared of ruining the tranquil it had brought. Then it came down quicker, bolder. Spattering around me incessantly—splashing into the nearby brook, ricocheting off the grass, soaking into the ground.
I turned my face skyward, wanting it to bless me too. Damp hair fell back and away from my face, and droplets bounced off of my cheeks, off of my lips. There's a reason rain is associated with romance.
An earthworm wriggled its way out of the ground between my feet, escaping its now-ruined confines in the ground. Or perhaps it had come out to revel in this newly cleansed world, not unlike myself.
A sudden, brilliant flash lit up the earth, and thunder followed as it always does, like the beating of drums to a rhythm long forgotten.
Drops fell harder and faster, making deeper impressions into the ground. They stung a little as they hit me, leaving smaller droplets in their place. Little streams of water now formed along my skin, and the water channeled its way to the earth again, where it belonged.
And in the end, I suppose that is where we all belong.
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