The scent of a rainy day

The scent of rain, a sweet refrain,

That rises from the earth again,

A memory carried on the breeze,

Of dampened soil and cooling trees.

It mingles with the air so still,

A fragrance soft, a quiet thrill,

Of earth awakened from its sleep,

A promise that the sky will weep.

The world, it holds its breath in wait,

As clouds collide and separate,

Then comes the scent, a gentle grace,

Of rain that kisses every space.

It smells of pine, of moss, of green,

Of secrets hidden, yet unseen,

Of morning fog that clings so tight,

Of distant storms that fall to night.

A soft aroma, calm and pure,

Of nature’s touch, of skies obscure,

It carries peace and peace alone,

A fragrant balm for hearts overgrown.

The scent of rain, a fleeting gift,

It lifts the soul, it makes it shift,

A dance of earth, a skyward sigh,

A fragrance soft enough to fly.

And when the storm has passed away,

The scent remains, a memory's stay,

Of moments where the world was still,

And rain brought peace to heart and hill.