At this point it’s wishful thinking…is it me, or is this an especially warm summer?
on sidewalk, parking lot–
glistening watered beads
cascading down windshields and windows
drenching surprised picnickers,
park bench people-watchers,
distracted paperback readers–
children frolic, gleefully pirouetting
on the grassy lawn.
I too frolic with them, safely at my distance
under a friendly tree
- A Summer’s Rain (astewaygattew.wordpress.com)