Thunder cracks

            The sky opens

            We dance barefoot

            thru the wet grass

            Laughing

 

            Pelted with rain

            Our open mouths

            become fountains

 

            Mother whistles

            Calling us in

            with just two fingers

            between her lips

            Loud and shrill

 

            We don’t want to hear her

            but we do

            And we come

            Tracking mud and rain

            into her kitchen

 

            We are soaking wet

            and thrilled to the bone

            Still laughing, giggling, sliding

            across the slippery wet floor

 

            With mud squishing between our toes

            we are electrified

            Transformed

            by the storm