Rainstorm

The wind pushes past me

with a whoosh

and a swish.

I breathe in the smell of the rain

as it pitters,

as it patters.

A puddle of water

splatters

onto my jeans

as I step into it.

To me,

that doesn't matter.

I sigh,

remembering

something that happened

earlier today.

It sounds

kind of

like

the whisper of a secret

or a gentle breeze

quietly synchronizing

with

the

wind.

I wrap my hand

around the door handle

and the door closes

with a satisfying

click.