Rhapsody of Rain

I love the rain. It refreshes, quenches, cleanses, cools.
The aroma of parched ground after it soaks up the first precious drops, be it tarmac or soil, is unparalleled.
Of course, this is a selfish fancy, realised in a country where rain is neither a rarity nor a threat.
But lying still in bed, listening to its rhythm on the tin roof, feeling its cool caress blow in through the window, is sheer joy.
Something I cherish.
How about you?