A Hot Summer Night
By Etha Walters

I lay cursing at the window wishing for a breeze
The sheets are sticking to my skin and I can’t sleep
Sitting up I grab my robe and step out onto the porch
Crickets serenade my restlessness
I light a cigarette and think of you
One drop falls, then two, then many
A smile crosses my face
It’s not my tears anymore
It’s the rain