The swelling heat of summer days,
stretched out like a
rubber band, tense and
waiting for the letting-go.

In the sky, the darkening moody
clouds form in the thickening
atmosphere and the sweat forms
without effort before the breaking-forth.

Then the burst:
the swirl and the fall,
as if the gods tipped buckets
and laughed at the display.

All now is still.
Just the dripping is heard.
The sun appears.
And everything is the same.

 

23/2/2025