Oh how I love a good summer storm.

With the rain pouring, and the wind so warm.

Lightning dances in the sky.

Drawing from my lips a contented sigh…

Rivulets of water pouring down my face.

A tumbleweed passes me by, merrily I give chase.

From the corner of my eye I spy you stepping off the train.

A thought crosses my mind; “have you ever made out in the summer rain?”

Oh how I love a good summer storm.

With the rain pouring, and the wind so warm.

By Stephen L. Pollard