by Kevin T McEneaney
Suddenly, a drenching summer downpour
flooding the rolling sward of grass and weeds,
gutters pouring fiercely, spattering ground,
the sky a frothing boil, blanket gray.
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In the aftermath, a burst of birdsong
chirping, genial, and even seductive
as each blade of grass upholds a droplet
that glitters as if holding a trophy
in the mild calm after the ruckus,
the air textured with a sweet scent to breathe
as it swirls gently in one’s diaphragm
while insects emerge from hiding places….
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A summer squall is a pleasant event,
intoxicating to ear, nose, and eye!
