Sweet Comforting Rain

Afternoon thunder awakens me. I’m still here. I pause to listen. The rumble fades. 

Drawn outside, I inhale the clean air as it begins to rain – again. 

Bare feet to the earth. Face to the sky. Arms stretched out.

Rain dances with my tears. I breathe.

I am alive. 
I am alive.
I am alive.
Life is sweet.