A Pluviophile's peace.

My soul has found peace in the pit pat sound of the rain,
             The smell of rain on forage promising good harvest,
            The fierce winds that sends chills down the spine and dominate everything in its path,
            The frightening yet beautiful lightening that illuminates the sky for seconds,
            The scrambling of creatures to find shelter and food,
            The element of nostalgia that reminds you of warmth ,comfort and peace.
         Rain may be gentle or heavy,  but it always leaves an impact where it falls