Summer Rain

Ninety-five degrees. Sweaty. Afternoon storm rolls in and the rain begins to fall. I can feel the heat rising from the earth and the cool breeze brought by the storm. As they mesh I lean my head back and begin to slip. As the rain covers my bare shoulders, I find myself far away. Breathing deeper I continue to slip, just a little farther, I am almost there. I know where I would be when I open my eyes if I could have just one wish. The water moves rapidly but I am whole again. Just for a second. I have no desire to leave the rain because I know where I will be when I open my eyes. There are no wishes come true here. Not today.