It's nostalgic.

Like that time in your childhood when you splashed through puddles.

You didn't care that your dress was soaked, or that your boots were filled with mud.

What is it?

It's renewing.

Like the morning after rainfall, when the sun shines down, and the streets glisten, seemingly cleansed, and washed clean of all the dirt and grime.

Like the city going through a wash cycle.

What is it?

It's relaxing.

When it sings you to sleep with its sorrowful lullaby.

It surrounds you with its sorrowful sounds, carried along by the breeze.

What is it?

It's the scent of the rain.