Thunder at a distance,
And the light fading at the end of day.
The wind stirs in the trees, little new leaves rustling.
I open the door and walk out into cool rain,
The air clean and warm and the wind lively against my skin.
The scent of earth and new growth fills me with every breath.
God, let those who don’t believe in resurrection or rebirth
Have one May evening of fresh rain and a soft wind!