The Storm Breaks

Sultry summer nights spark with irritation,
With the pricks and needles of heat,
With the itch of sticky cloth,
With sigh-filled defeat.
Only the dispersal of the world,
The bursting of accumulated frustration,
The coming of the storm brings relief.
The dark air flashes and cries,
Cathartic explosions of release
That brings the deliriously relieving hiss of rain.
Draughts of delicious coolness catch the skin
Like ice gently melting on bare forearms.
Thoughts wrap themselves in eager caress
Around a calmed and languid mind
That floats on night's black flow,
They spill over wet and fertile
Onto the sky's starry page.