Showers

There's something about
spring showers
that make me feel
alive.
It's warm,
but the rain is cool.
The sun is shining,
but the rain comes down.
Maybe it's the stark difference
between the two.
Drizzling wet and 
burning bright.
The light shines through 
the storm, fog hangs 
somewhere in the air.
The sun continues 
to do its job, regardless 
of the water pouring from the heavens.
Why is the rain
so magical?
Maybe it's because you can see the sun,
not just know it's shining
somewhere behind the clouds.
Perhaps seeing is believing--
or belief is strengthened by sight.
They're beautiful, these
showers.