Ah…who hasn't run outside when those raindrops begin to fall. Katrina K. Guarascio has. And even though the rain now might seem such a distant memory, the sensuality of it all has not been lost.
Katrina K. Guarascio's most recent book is They Don't Make Memories Like That Anymore....
Late Summer Rain
Lightning comes on August afternoons,
the quiet violence of a forgotten lord.
She watches the sky cloud
and counts the seconds until the thunder comes.
A summer storm,
like the ignition of a flame or the
pulsation of an eye staring too intently
at a face looking away.
She likes to walk barefoot on the wet pavement,
run through muddy wheat fields,
and balance butterflies on her slick fingertips.
This afternoon ritual,
like a lover’s return,
lifts her head and fills her body.
She is fresh, alive and new.
Every time she gives up, she can find a new reason to try again,
even if it’s just for the late summer rain.
She closes her eyes and sucks in her breathe,
her counting ceases as the thunder comes.
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