The sweet rain falls outside my window and droplets run down the pane.
The air is heavy with anticipation and smells of damp, musty refrain.
The darking skies surround my world in a warm, wet blanket.
And turn the leaves and grass into the greenest green carpet.
To feel the soft, wet earth move beneath my feet and squish between my toes.
To have accumulating soft water droplets soak my shoulders and trickle off my nose.
To run and frolic again, carefree, water splashing with every bound.
That's what the rain brings 'round.
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