Clearing The Air

I can hear them
My friends are back
I run to the window
It’s raining again
The drops create streams to the street
They turn the lawn to green
I watch the drops washing away the past
They take the dust down with them
There is a reason why I call them my friends
When they stop the air is clear
But I’m still stuck here
The rain stops always too soon
Sometimes I wish the drops would wash away me too