There's just something about rain that evokes melancholic feelings... yet at the same time, it seems to have the power to wash everything that's negative away.
When the last drop falls to the sun baked earth, it seems that the world is clearer, somehow... a little bit brighter, a little more refreshed. It has the ability to rejuvenate the senses, and erase the veil of sadness that has cloaked the world even as the sun shines brightly.
It's almost invigorating.
The sporadic sounds of thunder interspersed with the flashes of lightning makes me feel as though the world is one giant empty orb... there aren't many people about, the traffic has slowed down to a trickle, and once in awhile, the lone figure huddled underneath the protection of a too small umbrella hurries on, oblivious to his surroundings.
The smell of a freshly washed world assails my senses as I open the window... and I let the little bits of water come into contact with my face - they feel like needles against my skin.
The world is blanketed by a haze of watery mist,
and I find myself wearing a lazy, contented smile.
Like an intrusion into an otherwise dusty world,
I needed this brief respite.