We’re not in a hurry—
a radiant flurry
of photons is pelting
our retinas, melting
the ice in our glasses.
The afternoon passes
with nothing but resting.
The sunlight’s suggesting
a nap—as we’re dozing,
the heat is proposing
a dip. We go swimming—
our bodies are brimming
with goodness. But after
an hour of laughter
we hear a deep rumble—
we hop out and stumble
to dry off and load up.
A sudden storm showed up.
It’s kind of a bummer—
it happens each summer.
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