Untitled - June 22, 2002

In the hot haze
that marks the early days of summer,
we are drenched with sweat
that slides downwards
in a wet path
leaving watching eyes captivated.

In the sudden storms
that break the heat,
the rain comes down
in a matter of minutes,
and everything is soaked to the skin -
a welcome change
from the sheen of dust
that coated the early day.

As the downpour continues,
the rain softens to become
a soothing balm
to the soul.

The clash of thunder and lightning
becomes the drumbeat
for a sudden frenzy
of energetic dancing -
like a whirling dervish
chasing the hidden dreams.

In this euphoric pleasure -
the sky is lit up
by jags of white lightning -
glistening off your laughing eyes.

As the dance ends,
and your shy smile becomes,
I realize
that the most gorgeous thing here,
were these moments of freedom
in the summer rain.