One day

There was a day

In September

When clouds covered

The naked

White hot

Eye of a sun

 

They were not

The dark purple bruises of cloud

That clot the sky

And portend

Thunder

And raindrops

Big as grapes

That turn streets to rivers

And parched soil

Into mud

That sticks to you

For weeks

 

The air

Was not like hot

Dog breath in your face

It didn’t cling to you

Like a cobweb

In the early morning

It was fresh

And had movement

And promise to it

 

The rain was light

Cool and mild

I think of that day

And am grateful