The First Rain

The fresh fragrance of the earth
After the first rain
Ends my long search
I find myself in a lush green plain
little raindrops like angels
loosen atmospheric strain
troubles vanish as though
they were in vain
perfect vision
as human heart can attain
mists clear
no need to explain
Like a dove flutters and flies
so escapes my breath..
A free flowing breeze
rises from my soul to brain;
saying there is for sure ,
hereafter life after death
just as much ease follows
each brittle little pain.