There’s a scent

                    of freshness after rain,

With birds winging

                     joyfully again!

Fertility from clouds

                      high up above,

Stirs the air

                       once again with love;

Fields of grass

                        shivering in the breeze;

Drooping leaves

                          rustling in the trees;

Distant hills

                           visibly so clear –

Sights that we

                             in Nature must endear;

Flowers wild

                              perked up everywhere;

Smells of blossoms

                               in the quickened air;

Rivers swell as if

                                with instant pleasure;

Harvests garnered

                                  richly in good measure;

A sense of usefulness

                                    in places where

There seems to be

                                    not much of loving care;

Assertiveness of Nature

                                      amply giving

Assurances of

                                       every creature living,

Until the sun must

                                        surely rise again

In hot pursuit

                                          of the retreating rain.