There’s a gentle hush that overcomes the earth right before the rain.
For a few minutes, the world is still and silent.
The air fills with the smell of damp, rich soil.
Everything looks soft.
There are no sharp edges around.
The oncoming storm blurs them.
At first it’s just a drop or two that stain the concrete floor.
But then as time passes,
The rain picks up,
The sound of it pounding the ground increases.
Harder and harder water falls from above,
Cleansing the earth of all its impurities.
I just want to run outside.
I want to run into the middle of the street,
Throw my arms out and twirl with my face towards the sky.
And forget the world.
Even if for it is just a small while.