WATERMELON

A slice, Then, “Crack” The green shell gives way To juicy, red, sweet goodness. One bite, Then, “Mmmm” Cool melon bursts; Almost liquid sugar fills my mouth. A sigh, Then, “Ah!” Satisfaction Fills me so that I smile.

THE HEIGHT OF SUMMER

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn,

THUNDER STORM

Boom-ba-boom, boom,boom! Thunder rolls across the sky. Bright light flashes everywhere; Please let it not stay dry!   Drum rolls sound again. Then lightning illumines all. Now I hear the happy sound: The music of rainfall.   Wind and rain pound hard On the windows, roof and walls. All stay safely tucked inside, Till summer