Summer Rain Storm

Sit beside me on the boardwalk.
The wood is hot and fragrant, the air
still and waiting for a breath,
birds are silent in the grasses
and even the sea is sullenly asleep.

Sliding on the horizon are thunderheads
promising relief in their angry towers.
Slanting rays of rain appear
sucked to the sea by invisible thirsty lips
and, as we sit, coin-sized drops fall
into puffs of sand below us.

We do not run for cover but stay,
legs dangling as the rain comes fast
enjoying the stabs of cool on our
sun parched skin. You laugh at my hair
plastered to my back and wipe away
raindrops masquerading as tears.