It Be Like Those Kinda Times

The rumblings of thunder Appearing out of nowhere It was sunny just seconds ago Ran inside the abandoned beach house Right near the shoreline Trying to create a new normal In this abnormal time The swishes of grey hues Swirled into a huge mess There’s no sighting Of anyone else Nothing else The once crowded benches Now deserted and dusty I don’t hear any cheery voices Just the whistling of the Leafy sakura trees Seems like a lifetime ago The long long long Road They stunt on Like it’s their catwalk Guys and girls alike Checking themselves out In the dark tinted windows of the Library Not for educational purposes The simple social interactions The wave to acquaintances The friendly hellos and hi’s The tiniest things That didn’t mean much then But actually mean so much It be like those kind of times