the dark skies

the children
in the rain, shoeless,
their skinny
arms
waving to the sky,
running
through the steam
of the street
onto the green
lawn. how happy
they are being soaked
to their
young bones.
how breathless they
become
under the thunder,
part scared
part full of youthful
wonder,
but almost happy
to be called
in by parents who stare
differently
at the dark skies.