A quick Mountain rain
came at mid day,
soaking us and making us laugh.
Only a blink in the blue July sky,
so soon it would pass.
Lightning like diamond dangles
hanging from the horizon.
Deep thunder mumbling
beneath the pummeling
of rain drops on tin roof tops
like Tibetan monks
holding many sounds at once
in their full throats chanting.
It stirred the hopes of the mud toads
asleep in their catacombs
under the soil, where they pass
the drought dreaming of rivers.
My love and I touch and tease
then go indoors to please each other.