Rain is like a liquid kiss. Rain is life itself.
I stand at my window and watch the droplets make their way down to the parched soil. They filter through the dusty cracks and disappear. Hungry for more, the earth opens its pores. Vital nourishment is everywhere.
Sheets of hazy rain beat down to cover bare earth, wilted grass and tired plants with layer after layer of relief. The soil awakens with a deep breath as moisture weaves its magic spell. Sluggish life begins to stir, and the world around me smiles.