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...