The peace of the rain

I put my hand out the window to check for rain.
As the wind blew the chimes, I could breathe again.
The air smelt of freshness, the damp earth in the fields,
I was glad to be alive.
I imagined the sound of the leaves dripping,
Along the beautiful road that leads to nowhere.
I wanted to run to that place, and add pounding feet to the soundtrack of nature.
Pigeons and blackbirds wheeled through the moisture, still singing their songs.
They don't mind it when the sun has gone.
Above the pattering of drops falling to the earth,
The background drone of traffic was constant.
The never-ending line of cars seemed so far away.
I watched the world go by in solitude, and smiled at freedom as I thought of a friend.
I thought of books, and warm libraries, and green April showers.
My favourite weather for reading and writing, for hours and hours.
I looked out the window and opened my eyes.
I breathed in God's peace, I saw his beauty, saw his light.