Air quality, UV index and humidity aside,
the entire state of New Jersey was irritable
despite fans and air conditioning
most of May and barely half of June.
Rain coming down sideways
or in sporadic deluges, causing gutters
to gasp spouting rainwater like gargoyles,
cats discontented, cars honking and
windshield wipers ineffective.
At some point my husband began noticing clouds
and he seems so delighted by them,
today proclaiming one to be the most beautiful
he had ever seen his entire life;
I laughed as if all was normal.
He looked past me as I said, "I think it's the drugs
you're taking," and he replied, "Probably."
Suddenly, the sky seemed so blue and perfect
and for a brief moment the world stopped revolving.
The winds, light and varible, lifted my loose hair
gently concealing, drying my tears of sad joy.