Summer Rain

Not the smell of the earth,
Not the silent trickle,
The rain brings with it
the open and free mind
full of dreams and
their gentle tinkle.

Sometimes heralded
sometimes broken.

A fresh new start
or a dead end,
A raging fury
or joy. Splendid.

Complicated as the summer rain,
emotions get notched in.
Mingled with wrath there's
a bubbling happiness.

Sometimes expressed
sometimes hidden.