The rain
Trickles
My skin
Prickles
As the thunder rolls
A muffled crescendo
And a warm blanket
Covering the hills
With a rumbling essence
That resonates with my core
The pool of my mind
Calms
As ripples fade
The reflection becomes clear
As I look to the past
Bittersweet
With a warm coppery hue
Of hazy summers blurred
And faded familiar faces

In time perhaps I too will fade
From their twinkling youthful eyes
But for now the tumbling rumbling
Of a thundering lullaby
Lulls me to sleep
To dream of blistering concrete
Droning cicadas
And saline summer storms