After a summer shower 

When the clouds part and the sun seeps back onto Earth

I can race the rainbow that stretches across the field

Past the brick cottages

Into the neverland 

When I lift a wet log and the bugs halt their tiny hidden revolution 

Through the emerald blades, slicing the bottoms of my bare feet 

Past the yellow dandelions, roaring of pride 

The tree foliage glistens to the heavens

And the birds sing of happy days 

The inescapable ambrosial scent of wet dirt

Tickles my nose hairs

Parched flowers thirst finally quenched

Dew droplets clinging to grass blades 

Till they collide and fall to their next life

When the crabgrass seizes the opportunity to expand its empire

And the sky bursts into a mesmerizing cyan blue 

When the cicadas rattle tales of triumph

Putting fear in the ants beneath 

Where the loose branches long to be part of a family again

And the sun slowly reclaims its territory, shining on my red bones

Over yonder

The women stand on the porch 

Hand on hip, one on the door

After a summer shower

Hope for a good day and many more