Glistening raindrops on my toes, darkness descends on my body, my eyes washed with water.
Drainpipes overflowing, the soundly patter on the roofs, plants drinking up and gleaming green.
Fresh smelling gumtrees, damp earth and the spirited rush of streams down the footpath.
Smiles light up the way, the road gets taken with it in the gushing of playful water.
The clearing gray takes much of its refreshing friends, but the trickle of laughing treats still hangs about.