Summer Afternoon

Wandering along,

I stop and stare,

At the sunny horizon spanning in front of me,

Endless,

Stretching on for ever and ever.

Everything slows to a stop,

The clouds roll in,

As the rain begins to fall,

Slowly at first,

Then suddenly,

Pouring down on everything in sight.

First it hits the houses pitter-pattering on the roofs,

When it hits the trees,

The branches shake and spray the water down,

On to me,

On to others walking by,

On to cars where whipers brush the water away,

Into the street.

Just like that,

The rain is done,

No longer falling down upon me,

Gone from the sky,

But not yet gone from sight.

Droplets slide off leaves,

Umbrellas of passersby,

They roll down the street,

Down drains and off of cars,

And off of me as I stand still,

Watching the rain disappear,

as if it were all a dream.