Reflecting on A Summer Rainstorm
I remember that warm summer's day
When the skies were overcast and forsaken
When there were no worries, no cares
When delicate little raindrops, warmed by the sun
Fell onto our faces, glistening wet
Our shirts stuck to drenched bodies,
Hot from the climbing temperatures –
Sixty, seventy, eighty degrees.
And we twirled and twirled, eyes closed
As the rain poured down,
The trampoline, that giant rubber skin
Stretched taut for our amusement
Was wet, too, and with every bounce,
We struck upon it, falling like
Marbles on a snare drum.
The boom of the impact marked time,
Adding thunder to our rain dance –
Boom, boom, boom
The real thunder cracks, and our joy ends.
And I peer out the window, rain lashing
The panes like so many furious vines
And I remember the time when it was gentle –
The thunder dies down, the rain softens,
And the trampoline marks time.