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In the heated performance of the day, 
 summer wet evenings close the 
   curtains, concluding with a thunder 
     jest and a gift of wipe. The crawling 
       claws of the ceaseless winds surrender 
         it pretends to the warmth of the sun's 
           embrace. 

           After a cheer with the scorching 
           temperatures and blazing burns 
           she wears her coat like an 
           uninvited guests tapping the 
           windows and rooftops 
           with her tiny fingers, 
           flapping in no unique direction 
           she lets go of her charades, 
           undressing, as her wet skin takes a 
           shower, curling so beautifully in 
           diverse shades she murmurs to the 
           clouds on when to smile. 

                     The skies frown 
                     blindly, not even the 
                  rays demur her request 
    to hailstorm the earth alongside her 
  hums and banters. She builds her intensity 
    in a rhythmic drum of forceful tranquillity. 

She evokes memories of childhood and a sneaky link to the past. I watch the trees outside my house twirl without rhyme at her call. She sings to my ears and I crave every tune while we sip our lemonade and run for cover and dance in leisure as she pours swiftly like a wounded river. She runs against our skin, tickling our 
senses and for a moment we forget the hot summer day.

She's the purest form of taste, her subtle flavours bounce through my buds. Her voice, a lurking lullaby.
She nourishes in perfection after a wrestle with clueless dust and pollen making the greens below shake their limbs at her bloom. Her magical touch fills the air as haze. Her spirit thrives with nature. She sweeps the hideouts of little creatures bringing branches of her hypnotic melancholic romance. She stirs too much it soaks.

    Her petrichor roams the air, 
    rejuvenating the season's sensory 
    displays. Though short-lived. 
    Her echoes linger in abundance 
    than her quick depart. 
    She maintains a balance in being a 
    blessing and a curse.

             Just so you remember she's a 
           goddess, she leaves her hues 
         behind, sets the stunning sunsets 
        in serenity. She wanders the sea, 
      valleys hills and mountains as she 
     hush little babies white, in the spell of 
  sunshine. For every lava cry from the sky, 
 there's a peck of ice crystals that shields it.
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