Summer was sizzling like hot plates
We rolled in the watermelon field
clothes dirty
playing hide and seek
The cicadas sang deafening tunes
high up in the willow trees
like a nagging mother
adding to the exhausting red
we wore on our cheeks
Our burned skin
craved for cool relief
from the gathering clouds
The thunder rolled in
like a disciplinary father
a bit scary but necessary
When the storm broke loose
we went dead quiet
and lay still next to the ripened melons
soaking up the wonder of summer
Flicker of Thoughts 