Flashes of movement
There’s a flock of hummingbirds
Dancing in the rain
The heavy rain has kept everyone except the birds inside all day. The briefest windows of sun give just enough time for the swales to drain before the skies open up again. I went for a walk in one of the windows, and stopped to talk to a neighbor. Ten minutes later the clouds moved back in so I scurried home thinking to miss the rain.
When the skies opened
I walked into a cloudburst
As wet as the birds
There’s something irresistible about a summer shower, pounding down through the warm air, plastering your shirt to your skin, hair streaming down your face, while you laugh like a mad thing.