"Summer" July 23, 2009

The air gets thick and hot,
The clouds roll in,
And I get excited.
The cicadas sing their song,
The thunder rolls,
And dusk begins to settle.
I sit, pondering and thinking,
Of all that this earth is.
It begins to rain,
Soft and quiet at first,
And I open my mouth to taste.
Then it is a torrent that
Sends one images
Of wrath in the heavens.
So I take shelter,
Fearing the tiny darts that
Threaten me with their wetness.
The noise is intense,
As the trees shout to one another
Of their impending doom.
For a while, I sit
As the thoughts shout to one another.
Forever it seems, but
After a while,
The world is quiet.
I can smell the wet earth,
Clean and new,
As the birds begin again their song.
The clouds clear,
And the sunset emerges
After the storm.