Summer Rain

The smell of summer rain,

Awakens my childhood still

Swimming in my blood, swells

Of humidity condensing storms

Of both bursting delight

And flickering rage

Watching the billowing blue

Darkness build up, imperceptibly

collecting summers enthusiasm

Until the Lightening flashed

Then counting one one-thousand,

two one-thousand…until thunder booms

The smell of summer rain

Awakens my childhood still

Floating in my blood, swirling

Of soft cleansing pitter-patters

of both quiet calm of slowness

and streams of sticky boredom

Watching the thirsty ground eagerly

Swallow the offered skydrink

Until rivulets form around my bare-feet

Then counting my impressional steps

back to my grandmothers covered porch

The smell of summer rain

Awakens my childhood still

Sweating from my blood, pressing

Out of pregnant clouds scents

Both from the moist earth clinging

between my toes and

the salty glow of my skin—

Actively worn outside

in the long lingering

Barefoot dance of summer play,

Oh how the smell of summer rain

Awakens my Joy!

Still beating in my blood

Both in my counting to the infinity of time

and to the metered moment

Of the hide-and-seek count down…

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Rainy or not, here I come!!

Blessed be the smell of summer JOY