Raining in Summer

Was it really raining outside or was it just in my head? Were those pearls from above actually cascading down? Or was it just my sorrow letting my hopes drown? Pathetic fallacy burst forth from a novels page. With sunflower queens bowing their heads, as the might of the heavens filled them with dread. Lightening tongues rip - through the sky and the page. As thunder's foreboding rumbling echos around my heart. The line dividing reality... and fantasy is found to be tumbling. Butterfly whispers reach me - tenderly from another world. As I close the book and raise my eyes, expecting the jewellery of summer to fill my gaze from outside - I see rain to my great surprise!