Summer Rain
 
It’s June and every storefront
has a rainbow on the door,
 
music bouncing off windows
and sliding down panes;
 
a smattering of quarter notes,
clefs and staffs,
 
splatterin’ and sweatin’
in the steamy colors of jazz;
 
greens, reds and purples
belting out the blues,
 
dancin’ and a’singin’
like rain upon the roof;
 
and every drop that falls –
every small part of the whole –
 
is a shower of joy
in a summer of pride.