Thunder The thunder roars as the lightning flashes once again. Somewhere a child shudders under the table at the sound while his mother stretches out her arms open at the scared child. The older sibling laughs out loud bravely. Somewhere inside he's jealous too as the mother protectively hugs the younger one. The farmer looks up at the reddish hue in the sky worried. The winds are building up. Last year the storm had blown away their roof. He says a small prayer. Tomorrow he will get the price for his crops and start on the tin roofs replacing the straws. Somewhere on the street the girl's phone rang the umpteenth time as her father asks her whereabouts. She quickly looks for a shelter. The couple stare up at the lightning bolt hand in hand. They smile at each other. Their first romantic walk in the rain. I switch off the lights in my room. Summer rains are the best. The thunders don't scare me anymore as I feel the droplets soak the earth. The smell, the feel and the solitude. Pure bliss. One for the first summer rains. It's best at night.
