Falling With The Drops

I like the smell when the tiny drops blend with the sand,
aroma of the cool breeze after then.
The darkness when the black clouds cover the sky.
And when no birds could be seen flying high.
Music, thunders play and lightning that brightens the way.
When the leaves fall dripped,
It starts steadily, drizzling and then all so heavily.
Damped and delighted, when my hair gently brushes my face.
I like it when it rains.