The sweet, hot smell of the first drops of a summer rain
Like an old friend we welcome it back and it steams off the baked asphalt
We inhale the familiar scent of renewed life
Saved from drought, the parched earth soaks up every drip
We rush outside in our bare feet, my little one giggles at the spray
The rain trickles down her nose, curls her wet hair and it plasters to her cheeks
Water beads on her little arms and drips off her chubby elbows
All smiles, dimples, rain and dirt, she plays with sticks
She stirs mud with her toes, the ground that was hard and dusty minutes before
A good summer rain that restores the dry soul
It lifts drooping leaves and greens the earth with life like resurrection