Elixir of Summer Rain

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The buzzing of cicadas in the night

As bats begin to circle through the air

The song of the spring peepers trills so light

When day's frenetic pace turns laissez-faire

Black crickets chirrup secrets we can't share

A barred owl calls "Who cooks for you?" unseen

An echo seems to answer from somewhere

On silent wings they fly off to convene

In pools of water plunk proud frogs of green

Shy deer emboldened rustle through the wet

Leaves in the summer rain glow with a sheen

And darkest nights shine as if polished jet

This magic fills each drop of summer rain

An anodyne to ease the winter's pain

submitted for Think Tank Thursday, #107 Sound, at Poets United
and Poetry Jam, Do You Believe in Magic?

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