Soft tufts of wind dancing
Through her delicate auburn hair
As she sits beneath the tree.
Her bare toes gliding
Across the silky surface of a clear stream.
This, along with the tranquil flow of water
Is all that is audible.
She leans back on her hands
Which rest behind her
In the carpet of luscious grass
Surrounding the serene landscape.
A deep inhale brings forth the earth's sweet scent.
A cotton cloud floats carelessly
Concealing the sun's radiant glowing warmth.
The air grows colder.
The sky begins to darken.
A faint rumble from above
Indicating what is to come.
A single droplet brushes the pale skin of her arm,
Exposed by a lemon sundress
Sending chills throughout her being.
Alas
The promise of rainfall.