Morning Shower

a peaceful noise the rain
a constant soothing washing away
I lay here by the open door
and breathe in the scent of cool drops
the trees are washed clean of man made filth
the birds rejoice chirping as they shower
the soil drinks in its vital tonic
that roots greedily absorb and put to use
all is cleansed washed renewed this morning
even my busy mind has found some peace