Ah, glorious rain! What words can do justice to its beauty? I watch as the sky slowly darkens from blue to gray and I feel the warm heat of the spring sun transform into a cool breeze. Spots of water splatter onto the sidewalk and paint it a rich shade of burnt umber. The subtle rumble of thunder is heard in the distance, warning all Creation that the fury of the storm shall soon be unleashed.
Suddenly, after a pause, a mighty torrent pours from the sky, showering all nature in its path. The thunder grows louder and more obstinate. Its peals announce that the rain is determined to cleanse the earth upon which it falls from every impurity.
A flash of light is seen in the melancholy sky to further proclaim the majesty of rain. The jealous thunder clashes, competing with the bouts of electrical magnificence emanating from its luminous friend. Curtains of the illustrious liquid blanket my surroundings as never before since its arrival.
But all too soon, it seems, the heavy sheets once again surrender to sporadic droplets which bid the world farewell. Slivers of silver sunlight can be seen glimmering through the parting dark clouds, and the sky petitions to be made into a great jewel.
The storm is slowly and reluctantly departing, but its effects can be observed and felt in the scenery it leaves behind. The tulips and bluebells bear kisses of what appears to be abundant dew. Emerald leaves glisten from the trees. The air smells fresh and new, utterly free of dirt or blemish, evidence that the cleansing rain has completed its goal. And now, with all remaining droplets disappeared, I gaze up into a sapphire sky, and blazing above is a brilliantly dazzling light.