Summer Rain #Poetry

I remember the moment that the generator stopped humming. Like a catch in Summer’s hot breath,

I could hear the storm crawling across the skies to pour life into the parched Earth. Scratching its way to my world while leaving scars that lit up the night.

I played with my tangled curls that tumbled around my pillow and thought about how connected everything is.

Each raindrop I heard fall was a bit like a love letter calling me home. So I unlocked the wooden window if only to catch a single drop in my hands.

But the skies had other plans and whistled as wind blew the window wide open and without a care or worry-

My essence caught them all.