summer rain

it is one of these last days of summer

when the balance did not tilt yet in the favor of fall

when the sun caresses the kids hair

and turns it for a minute to gold

it is one of these days when grapes taste best

when the smell of rotten fruit has nothing unhealthy about it

when melons still roll through the garden

in search for the joy of one more day of vacation.

it is one of these weeks when if it rains

the kids have no fear but instead want to feel it

they have no desire to get into the house 

and perhaps watch cartoons;

it is one of these days when teenagers

are busy adding a whole inch to their height;

one of these days when their bodies fill up

with warmth and energy to last them enough

through fall and at least some of winter

it is one of these magic seasons

when it's raining babies

around the neighborhood

and they all come out with their sun hats on

and their parent carry them with joy

on their breast, in their arms

in a parade of new life 

in a declaration of love

and strength - cause they have the power

to carry all

for all the trip's length

and through all seasons ahead

so help them God!