Rainy Day

The sky is an ashy gray.
The room is so quiet.
So quiet i can hear the
soft pings of rain hitting the window.

I go out side and I'm greeted
by the cold sweet rain.
I spread my arms and let
the rain wash over me.

In seconds my hair is soaked.
I stick out my tongue and catch a rain drop.
I breathe in the scents
that only come out during rain storms.

Rainy days are my favorite.
For when their done everything
seems to sparkle.
Everything seems so new.