The First Rain

Sitting outside,
A cool breeze blows,
A reprieve
From the summer heat.
But,
momentary.

Then a bright flash,
Slicing through the darkness,
then thunder,
And silence.

Slowly, like a leaky tap,
One hesitant drop falls,
Followed by another,
And one more.

And soon the sky,
Once pure black,
Is lit with flashes of lightening,
And the silent night
Is filled
with the steady pitter-patter
Of raindrops.
And the unbearable heat
Is absorbed,
Leaving a cool,
pleasant night.