Walking to the library this evening, a summer storm came upon me.

You know. One of those storms that bursts on the scene with but a moment’s warning.

And is as quickly gone.

summer storm haiku

           angry clouds roll in

       dark and black and foreboding

           night air electric



       children run, laughing

           hands and shirts raised overhead

       helpless to the rain



           rainwind dying now

       patter of drops dissolving

   clouds part, light shines through