That time of year

Bare limbs
sharp against the cruel, endless blue

Dry dam
cracks so wide they swallow the lambs

Sunlight
Not a candle, but a blowtorch

One cloud
Tiny, a speck, a promise, a tease

Building
Sky black with a hot blanket of cloud

Crack
Lightning
Thunder
One moment a patter
Next moment a roar

The rain is here.