Heat enters on the longest day, squats
and belches its pleasure at green and humid
lushness. Heat smacks its lips sipping nectar
under drowsy bees weighted with pollen
golden as sun peeking around dark clouds.
The rain is dangerous relief. Lightning
and thunder chase birds and heat across grasses
pounded flat and pebbled driveways parted
into rivulets and pocked with hail stones.
Later, in post-storm quiet, cool freshness
embraces skin, delights flaring nostrils
and invites mouths and petals to swallow.
Leaning into the aftermath, night bright
as day and short as possible, follows.
Posted for my prompt
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast