A Rainy Morning

Humidity gives the day a pregnant air
Laying heavy on man and beast
The clouds aren't anywhere to be seen
But I know that's just a ruse.
And from nowhere they rush onward
Blanketing me with their arms
Swiping away the humidity
And replacing it with calm.
The sweet smell of approaching rain
Encourages everyone to pause
And revel in its freshness
And look upwards expectantly.
People inspect their forearms
Wondering if that was rain
Or merely perspiration
Or something dropped from above.
Relieved, the dose is repeated
No bird is in sight
And the one spot joined by others.
The smell of rain intensifies
I can hear it careening towards me
The breeze drops momentarily
And the rain is here.
Misting at first with tenderness
Tentatively exploring its surroundings
Testing, searching, approving
And steadily increasing its presence.
The intensity continues to deepen
A sheer wall falls with intensity
Drenching and drowning with abandon
Giving without hesitation.
The first hint of abatement is given
The flow oscillates rhythmically
The differences in pace more apparent
As the clouds lose some heart.
They linger for some time
Happy to stay and embrace me
I know they will be dispersed soon
For ultimately, nothing lasts.

Akin to the last poem, this one was written as a storm hit. I reflected on what went on before and predicted how I would feel as it ended.