A storm's rolling in. Its timing is perfect. The day's been hot,
A little bit humid, and, now, as we finish our tasks, and we're
Sweating, eager to find some relief from the heat, but unwilling
To enter the still-cold pool, the air grows cool. There are flashes
Of lightning, and raindrops of great size crash onto concrete
And into the water. Cocktails in hand, huddled beneath an
Awning, we cheer on the gathering storm.