The air rumbles as it is conditioned and cooled
The thunder drums roll along the paths lightning spooled
Brooding clouds consume their fairer friends and feud with the star of the sky
Beneath the dirt and greenery, critters crawl, skitter, and slither by
Dust and soil raise their choir hands high, praising and calling the water nigh
The symphony plays, drops tickling the ivories of leaves and screens and cement and sleeves
Crackles loud and low sing as puddles turn to streams
No conductor or baton, just summer’s final screaming song
Wary Wonderlust 