Summer Storm

Fluffy white clouds
in azure skies
sun at its zenith  
The heavens decide to open its windows
freeing its storage

Big fat drops
hit with a
pitter patter sound
against the hot pavement
releasing puffs of steam
like small announcements
that summer’s heat
will find some relief

The pungent smell
of dry dirt fills the air
with its sweet fragment scent
soft whispers of tress rejoice
their leaves rustling
in the wind fall

The ground quickly
soaks up the unexpected moist.
Worms working free
to refresh themselves

I standing in the downpour
arms raised
face facing upward
I flood over

Let it rain
Let it pour down
Let it help wash away this pain