Lightning pulses in vague moonlight
as night fully settles over the open fields.

Armies of fire flies wage a silent war
popping and shining everywhere.

The scent of rain and dirt permeates all,
as the electric air seems to thicken.

The stars come out early in Indiana,
and it's easy
to not feel so alone.

Summer softly swept in,
and I could feel the sun even in dusk.

I welcomed the coming storm,
and imagined it's cool kiss on my burnt
body,
and I imagined you too;
your tanned skin, and those red red lips,
and in that moment,
with thunder providing a distant waltz
and lightning bugs whirling
I suddenly felt quite solitary.