a beautiful rain

It is happening right now and I have to comment on it. It is a beautiful thing that is happening right now, this spring rain, so unlike what I have seen for so long but what I remember as a child and teen fifteen years ago before it all seemed to go wonky. (the weather that is)

Ah, a peal of thunder. Beautiful, perfect. Just now. First a crack, like aluminum rippling, like some sheet metal being shaken, before it spreads suddenly over my house with a rippling boom. The perfect thunder, the perfect thunder. Just above me and to the right it sounded like.

I haven't seen a beautiful rain like this for so long. I didn't even know it was happening at first, it came on so subtle. I was in the kitchen and I heard a puzzling noise, like some sort of jet. I thought, "is it thunder?", but my brain said, no, just a jet. Just another of the mysterious jets zooming by.

And then I go to the window, I hear water gurgling and I am worried. Is something flooding, or leaking? No! I suddenly hear the leaves all rustling, all rustling. I can hear the wind and still I am wondering. I can smell it, so crisp and clear. A cucumber smell. A melon smell. Grass and green and nature smell. So nice. The sound is perfect. So quiet. The gurgling I heard was the rain running from the eaves into a puddle in the grass at the corner of my house. I poke my head outside, for I still can't see the rain. I can smell it, and I can hear the leaves rustling more than anything, for they too are happy. The earth itself is stretching to this gentle pouring down, the arms of the earth stretching upwards, her gentle face smiling, beaming. A golden light...

She reaches towards it. I hear the leaves dancing and passing back and forth their wonderful discovery. And then I see it, almost invisible, this gentle rain, sparkling in the light dulled by the clouds which drop it.

It is so beautiful, what words can describe it?