Rain

There's a way the world feels after it rains
The way the air smells, and the way it looks
The pavement seems to glow
As though even the worst things could look better
Even if it pours, the unmistakable mark of puddles and the little ones jumping in them
Is something not to be taken for granted
People busy, going places, forced to slow down
Perhaps this is bad, but think of it again
Think about how the busy, rushing people
Are forced to slow down and supposedly
Smell the roses
Would they of done this otherwise?
No.
Is it good that they did?
Yes.
For they were ripped out of their world of work
And planted into the one of childlike imagination again
So when it rains, fear not
Do not be gloomy
Think of all the things that are going right out there
All the people, splashing in puddles
And perhaps, instead of feeling down and blue
Grab a coat, grab your gear
And go ahead
And get on out of here!