Longing

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 

Branches that reach out to me like arms,
Leaves that tickle my face like kisses 
So sturdy and tall
How can I compare at all?
Your immense beauty blows me away 
I could stare at you all day.