A Storm in the Summer
Day becomes night
As clouds sweep across the sun.
The battle overhead rages
As gray smothers blue.
The billowing monster
Engulfs everything in its path
As I savor the last moment
Of reverberating silence.
The first drop lands on my elbow,
Slithers down the length of my arm
Until it hangs suspended on my fingertip.
What are you waiting for?
It finally takes the leap
And soars toward the hard pavement.
As its journey ends, the emanating whisper
Just barely floats by my ear,
Letting me in on the secret
Of its quiet splash.
Then the rest follows.
The wind holds its breath,
The trees stand still,
The only movement is of those courageous raindrops,
While we remain frozen in the darkening heat.