The forest goes silent, animals and birds seem to fade away

The horizon is dimming- It must be close to dusk

That’s when I smell it.

Creeping in slowly at first, out of the dirt and onto the air

then beginning to cling to clothes and skin

You can try but you cannot ignore;

The electric humidity in the air and the soft waves of sound

Coming down from clouds grown dark and heavy

Seeming to be unable to carry what they are made of

You can feel it now

Rumbling inside of your chest

Rattling against the hollow of your ribcage

Silent whispers of wind singing sweet nothings to the trees come down from overhead

A storm has arrived

All is still

As if someone has paused the forest altogether

Then, it begins to wake

_Pit pat pit pat pitterpatterpitpatpitpatpitpat_

the sounds echo off of trees and wood

Streams fill and ferns weep with joy

Uncurling their buds and stretching wide

The long awaited rain gives life to life itself

Tomorrow the verdent forest floor will sing with mirth

When the rain comes