Sultry summer sun has set,
ablaze is the sky stretched
across a parched horizon.
Searing, becomes midsummer’s
dreaded dreams drenched in
restless, dizzy sweat and tears.
Slowly, breathe in and out for
the rain dances upon your roof
and steam rises, as relief arrives.
Sweltering is the summer night.
Yet, friendly fireflies light the way
toward darken paths not traveled.
Sluggish visions become clearer,
focused once again, as rain washes
unwanted confusion to bring clarity.
And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions.Joel 2:28