Songs of a summer rain

The rain falls from a steel grey sky steaming as it hits the still warm ground.
Her steps get slightly hobbled as the wet dress cling to her legs.
She runs with her arms crossed over her chest slightly shivering.
Goosebumps visible on her fair skin.

The bluebeatle

A Bluebeatle sitting on a fallen tree.
Looking intently up at me its slender silver wings tucked in under the iron carapace,
the chromium eyes seemingly pleading for death.