In the middle of a heavy
terrible storm
my mind wanders to the sun.

Beads of water drip
off my eyelash as I close it
and feel the warmth
of a hot august day.

The thunder is doing
what thunder does best
grows louder
gets closer, I would
give anything for
a red hot sunburn
that stings to the third degree.

The lightning drenched
natures rave
reflecting off
puddles only
makes me crave
the hardened
thirsty light
that dehydrated pavement absorbs
like a victim to
the days rays.

Finally- a break
in the clouds.
Silence.
Heat.
The sunlight is better
than my wildest dreams.
Glowing lines protrude
from all angles like
a crude childrens drawing.

My expectations
far succeeded.

The sun screams
my name.

And suddenly
I miss the rain.