A Sunday in August
by Steven Searcy from IEEE Spectrum on (#6Z2DE)

We're not in a hurry-
a radiant flurry
of photons is pelting
our retinas, melting
the ice in our glasses.
The afternoon passes
with nothing but resting.
The sunlight's suggesting
a nap-as we're dozing,
the heat is proposing
a dip. We go swimming-
our bodies are brimming
with goodness. But after
an hour of laughter
we hear a deep rumble-
we hop out and stumble
to dry off and load up.
A sudden storm showed up.
It's kind of a bummer-
it happens each summer.