A Summer Afternoon

On a hot summer afternoon,
Wishing for rain again and again,
To beat down like drums.

Harder and harder,
On my arms, in my face,
To cool me and my skin.

With a head that never stops spining,
For a little sleep that never sets,
I sit curled in a cool shelter.

I take one extra look for the clouds,
That are no where to be found,
On a clear sky, blue for miles and miles.

On a hot summer afternoon,
Wishing for rain again and again,
For that cleansing so long due.