A sound of a thunder. Clouds puffed out into an angry gray July’s sky opened in wonder Freeing cool droplets of rain. It feels as if the earth is breathing Huffing hot air under my feet Each raindrop seems pleasing… Quiet down. Quiet down. I can hear the slow and regular beat. The earthy smell after the rainstorm, As freshly cut hay in fields Its invigorating, intoxicating Inspiring and glorious It heals.