The steady drip of rain water off the corner of
the house. Drops making rings in all the
various puddles. The light drumming of rain
on the car, the garbage can lid, the roof.
I really love the spring rain.

Rivulets in the gravel of the driveway
make their way down to the road and
further to the lake. The air smells so damp
and fresh and feels thick and warm.
I really love the spring rain.

Unfortunatly for me it is February.
The rains of spring seem a far off memory.
But if I can see it in my mind’s eye as I step
through the snow, I feel warm inside.
I really Love the Spring Rain.