Blinding lightning
Pounding thunder
Whipping wind
Stinging rain


Storm passing
Pink in the west
Mist appears
Silence reigns


Peaceful dusk
Summer’s musk
Leftover raindrops
Fall gently again



And fireflies fly in the rain.



A blink here
A wink there
Natural strobes
In fragrant air


Dusk deepens
Hundreds fly
Soft fluorescence
I know not why


In their magic
Though you’re not here
In their flight
I shed a tear


They flit into the night
Like you
Never to be seen again
Yet real to me




When fireflies fly in the rain.