i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i love walking in the rain,

i love being soaked by the rain,

i love the sound of rain,

i love the coming and going of rain,

but i think most of all,

i love the way rain makes me feel.

if i could leave an impression on somebody's heart,

i would wish to leave an impression similar to that of the smell that lingers after rain has fallen,

a smell that stirs up the heart for new things, that gives fresh and gentle want to the person who breathes it in.

something often unnoticed by those who do not understand, but greatly appreciated and loved by those that do.

i don't need the whole world when i have all of you.

do you know what i mean when i tell you of my love for the smell of rain?

or do you laugh me off in jest, telling me there's no such thing.

but there is, but there is.

and i pity you who do not know it exists.

i hope to find you a kindred spirit,

hands to hold who will dance with me when the rain comes,

laughter to join mine while we dodge fat adorable water droplets,

hair to catch and display these precious orbs of glistening life.

in the stirs of a most delicious melancholy,

despite a heavy weighing on my heart,

although i feel yet vulnerable to the trials of this summer,

i dance inside like i danced today,

i rejoice inside like i laughed today.

with quick firm steps, down the road from home to stranger places,

i indulge a reluctance to open my umbrella,

and relish the deep inhale of a fresh, crisp breeze,

because i know that in time,

there will be the smell of rain.