Amidst this midsummer night’s apocalypse
Electric rain musters at fig leaf tips
Bombarding hostas, cool water drips
Snails and frogs come out to play
Cicadas perform their cabaret
And Jasmine’s sultry sweet bouquet
Enchants my dream though I’m awake
Dazzling bolts from heavens snake
Across a sky ablaze, our valley shakes
With just garden life for company
I sink in wild Rodopi tea
As Zeus strikes nature’s timpani
Photograph: Storm clouds gather over our garden wall.