Imber

There is magic in the air,
I can feel it on my skin,
Somewhere a storm is brewing,
And about to head my way.

I hear a warning from the trees,
As they waver to and fro.
Seek shelter! They cry, Take heed!
The rain is on its way!

I smell the drops just as they fall,
And feel them on my skin.
The rain brings with it a fresh hope,
For change,
And growth,
And peace of mind.