The Rain Poem by Jessie M. Combs

Smell the rain,
all clean and fresh and new. Coming from the heavens,
wet and clear like dew. Streaks of light in zig-zags,
a crack and roll of thunder. Water streaking down,
strikes one with wonder. Washing all the earth and air,
renewing all again. Cooling the hot summer day,
blowing a fragrant wind. Rain, rain, come again,
bring a pause to heat and drought. Refresh our brows and our thirst,
renew our every thought. O-gentle rain, whisper low,
bring peace to the fast pace. Wash away our every tear,
bring a smile to our face.