Summer Shower
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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