A summer storm.
Strong winds are the first warning
as dead leaves and superfluous branches
clatter to the ground.
Dust is being raised over there,
but rain that starts to appear everywhere
starts to settle it.
A flash of light.
Every bit of grass still baked,
mostly from the burning summer sunlight,
now starts to turn green.
A person stands.
He does not care about storms.
He pauses, ties his long hair back behind,
and then carries on.
A heavy rain.
Slow relief for drought-struck towns.
Doesn't cure. Only alleviates. Yet,
moisture is welcome.
A thick silence.
As quickly as it began,
it is over. No noise, no rain, no wind,
but the smell lingers...