When It Rains In June

I love the smell after it rains.

I biked home under a light shower, a dark cloud followed me home; the mountains around me were still lit with the afternoon's sunshine.

I felt the rain drops splash against my face and arms. Heard the distant rolling thunder above my folk-ey mix streaming through my ears. Felt the warmth from the asphalt. Smelled the corn and wheat fields get wet. Watched the birds fly out to find shelter. Smiled.

It started pouring when I walked into my house.

Thank you Jesus.