Three girls dancing in summer dresses
Under trees
Fat drops of thundered rain
Fall

A storm passes, comes to nothing
Rain rises
As steam from black tarmac, heated by
Sun

You are uncertain

Someone calls to the girls, calls
Them inside
They run to the voice, catch sight
Laugh

A sudden return of storm clouds
From nowhere
Deluge, torrents of warmed summer rainfall
Pure

Once inside you are sure