Something about the rain

There is something about the rain
Something about it
That makes me sit by the window,
Feeling the rain, with mixed emotions

Listening to the tip taps,
How each drop echoes on metal,
How it pounds hard on solid material,
How it seems to make everything clean

Gazing outside, thinking of yonder years
When I used to play out in the rain
And loving it especially, when it floods
I know it's gross but I just love the splash

Feeling the cool breeze, the smell of damp earth
Colors everywhere become vibrant, green and more
Everything becomes alive, everything becomes fresh
Loving it when it rains...