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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!

Copyright © Heidi North

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