Beautiful static

Water on tin

Drown out these thoughts

Rinse off this dirt

Bring thunder

Bring lightning

Break this oppressive heat

Be the cool washcloth on my forehead

The cool breeze sneaking in through my screens

What was old

Is new

Clean the rocks

Wreck the picnics


Bringing laughter

To those you drive under cover

Bring life

Fill wells

Feed the fleeting flowers of Spring.