The mellifluous sounds
enchant my ears as the birds
sing their songs first
cautiously, then gradually more
boldly.
The sky painted the earth.
That which was once
dusty, bone-dry, parched for life
is now filled with the clear
drops of tasteless liquid
that can change the landscape
in a single downpour.
Now the sky-bound arch binds the pieces together.
The broken is fixed.
The old is made new.
Rain brings ethereal revival.
The thirst of the land is quenched; its cup overflows.
The sweet smell
permeates the air.
There is no scent as sweet as the scent that follows the rain.
