she couldn't really explain it
why she loved the rain so much
maybe it was the way it smelled
fresh and calming and earthy

or the sheer unpredictability of it 
being different each time
unrelenting sheets of it one moment
a light and pleasant drizzle the next

it could also be the lightning
brilliant flashes and streaks overhead
closely followed by the thunder
loud claps coming from the angry skies

or maybe, just maybe, it was the magic that she felt
when she opened a book to read
and the rain's melodies touched her soul
the undeniably perfect background music to life.