Remembering Spring Rainstorms in Valparaiso, a poem by Sam Hamod

And now, we are

Wishing for the sound of thunder

When the street lights would dim

Lightning would crack

Crazy patterns across

Our waiting, expectant eyes

Oak trees in the middle of

Valparaiso town square

Would twist in the rainy wind

Big and full, they would be

Hallmarks against the coming

Thunder, we'd stand in the shelter

Of Bailey's Bar looking out, across

The street from the old Court House,

young

Just getting out of the gate, not

Realizing

This time would pass

And never come again