The overcast sky above, the dark road below,
made shiny by the drops that fall like tears from above.
Washing the dust, washing the waste away.
Making things clean.

No tissue to wipe this away, no finger to clear the view,
just the rain cleaning the air.
The pollen's gone. The dust is settled as mud.
The ground sighs under the gentle beating on it's top.
A soothing sound, a feeling of joy,
Nature's showertime.

Driving, the sound on the car.
Sitting, the sound on the roof.
Soothing, calm and gentle.
The rain falls around me.

The coolness, the lightness.
Nothing matters to the rain.
It flows away to distance parts,
running down paths it made long ago.
Life is easier when it rains.