A Glass Full of Petrichor

Rain.
The kind that makes the air so clear, it cuts me like 
Glass.  
The kind that makes the smell of 
Petrichor 
Leap from the Earth and dance in my nose.
Thunder 
That knocks against the windows 
Like a giant saying, 
“Hello”.  
The irregular drip-drops are my favorite lullaby, 
The fat water plops are my favorite 
Sound.  
Rain.
The kind that hits my skin and makes me feel 
Raw and 
Alive.  
It washes my worries away
Deep down into the soil.
The steady rhythm of its drops is Earth’s 
Heartbeat, for it brings 
Life and 
Wonder.