Early morning, day was yawning
Little loudly with its thunder,
Showering in streams of summer rain.

Later on, its strength restoring,
Opened up its blue eyes wider,
Woken by the seagulls at the bay.

Letting loose its locks of sunlight,
It put on a lovely outfit
Of the cloud beads and a breezy dress.

In the hills of city's skyline,
With its profile finely sunlit,
June is now all ready to fluoresce.