Catching the light in the fire
and inspiration which runs
away and high and higher
I’ve been the bullets without guns
Where have you been, my muse, my fuel
Never leave me! Never do!
Could see much water and no pool
Nowhere to dive in summer blue
But you’re back! You’re there, right there!
Brought back the life of rhyming air
I missed you, muse
…. I desperately did….!
The suffocating heat is interrupted
By a change in the atmosphere
Wind quickly getting stronger
Clouds hastily gathering
The refreshing fragrance of water filling the air
The storm is coming!
In a moment water starts pouring down
It’s raining heavily
So intensively and violently
Washing away all the dust and sweatiness
Bringing a freshness and new energy
Ten minutes later – here comes the sun again
The storm has gone yet something’s changed!
Some puddles and the fragrance remain
Puddles so tempting to jump over or in
To make a splash, releasing the children’s heart
Still deep inside an adult body
Shrieking with joy at the top of his lungs
Worries washed away with the dust