Ode to the first spring rainfall

I love the first rainfall of spring,
bringing heaves and textures of earth
The fragrance of woody cedar,
The smell of  moist grass and trees.

I love to see the cars rambling in downpour
splattering across the muddy lanes,
Tiny drops of shimmering particles,
falling down from heaven
being one with the world.

Most of all, i love that feeling
that certain feeling, stirring our hearts and minds,
widening our senses making us more alive
feeling, sensing and being in the present.

A melody tuning somewhere in the background
bringing a certain warmth and pain.
That glorious warmth of the cold
That beautiful assurance of the pain.