The wild and rolling summer

Give me all the wild, rolling storm clouds colliding with giant tufts of cotton candy in the sky. I will hold a cold mason jar of tea to my flushed face while early afternoon glides down my neck. But I know that, like a train chugging up to the station, the storm will come. It is the sweet relief that I look forward to when the days are stretched long.

I watch the upcoming weeks swell on the calendar. Summer will not be slow for us. It only gains and grows and threatens to burst. But those clouds…

They’re the promise of forced pause. They’ll make us stand with eyes to the sky. As the first drops fall and the gift of a cool breeze lifts our hair; we will breathe deep the smell of rain and for a moment the world will stop.