A Prose Poem by Sarah Jean Dow
After the heat of day, the smother of humidity at night, sunshine and moonshine, vapors melting from the sidewalk, water from the hose, the lick and splash of sweat–the rains came, early in the morning, thunder and lightning and a spackling of hail and then large drops fell everywhere, but the heat did not melt, the breeze did not continue, the sidewalks cleared, the streets cleaned themselves, and the heat of day filled itself with a blurring of sunshine and wetness all at once, a rainbow of air, sweltering until all we could do was sit on the porch and keep our tongues wet with whatever we could find to drink.
Our Day's Encounter 