after the rain

We woke up to rain Monday morning, the kind of rain that is so loud and mighty and drenching that it drowns out any other sound or sensation until you can do nothing but listen to the rain, nearly feeling those huge drops pounding down onto the earth around you.  It was so beautiful, and so fierce and both Riggs and I laid in bed, staring out the window, watching the downpour.  It went on for some time, and the wind gusted and blustered as well, it was truly quite the storm.

Slowly, it began to ease up, until suddenly, it wasn't raining anymore.  The quiet seemed as loud as the rain had been just moments before.  We got up and started with our day, and I wondered if it would rain anymore.  But instead, the wind blew the rain clouds away, exposing the sun.  We went outside to enjoy what the rain had left, the sweet perfume of wet earth and trees and grass, so strong and lovely, the sparkling drips of water on the leaves, like crystals in the sun.