A Haiku for the Heat. (In 4 parts).

I surrender, sun.

Burn me like a forest fire,

leave me half-way gone.

Watch my matter change,

disintegrate, fall, take flight.

It's all a rain dance.

When red is just red,

when clouds can be wet or dry,

you'll have found me, free.

Don't look for the old.

Familiarity's blind.

Taste me: I'm pulsing.