Rain

I get excited everytime I see the dark clouds roll across the valley.
I love how the soft pitter patter changes into the loud thuds of the gigantic drops.
As I child I looked forward to the days when it would rain. I loved singing songs like Rain, rain, go away, come again another day or It's raining, it's pouring. I loved singing these songs, but never wishing for a moment for the rain to cease and come again another day. I remember pressing my ear to the wall so I could hear the pouring rain. I loved the pitter patter of the rain on the windows of the house. Whenever it would rain all of the neighborhood kids running through the rain filled gutters up and down the street I lived. I still look for the dark luminous clouds to roll in and for the rain to wash the earth clean again.