Coffee, dampness and rain

A mug of coffee sits by my side,
it's arm holding its waist.
Filled halfway with my favourite nectar,
my elixir of life: a cup of coffee.

The sky's a dark gray,
a sign of happiness in my country.
I hold my arms to the side and close my eyes,
heavenward, I seek.

A damp smell fills my nose
and quick! Zeus is angry!
Thunder claps, bouncing with joy
and with the wind dance the trees.

Finally! The heaven begin to part
and the maker's diamonds fall,
the trees catch the harmless darts 
and I run to drink them all.

The parched land drinks it's ambrosia,
life springs within the ground.
Leaves turn their natural green;
the Earth's original inhabitants' lost gift has been found.