dry

dry season

the snail retreats

into itself

 

 

 

 

after

 

after the storm

the cool scent

of summer rain

 

 

thunder

 

thunderstorm

humidity’s reign

finally over

 

 

 

 

 

busy

busy high street

the sudden speed

of rain

longer

longer days

the ceaseless creak

of the playground swings

 

 

summer

summer sunrise

squeezing another orange

for breakfast

 

 

 

rush

 

 

rush hour fog

only the train whistle

approaching