We are not in a hurry –
A radiant burst
of photons is a pelting
Our retinas, melting
Ice in our glasses.
The afternoon passes
With nothing other than rest.
Sunlight suggests
A nap – as we doze,
The heat offers
a dip. We will swim –
Our overflowing bodies
kindly. But after
an hour of laughter
We hear a deep rumble –
We go out and trebuchons
To dry and charge.
A sudden storm appeared.
It’s a kind of disappointment –
It happens every summer.
