A summer storm.
Strong winds are the first warning
as dead leaves and superfluous branches
clatter to the ground.
A thunderclap.
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...