Missing breeze of summers kiss,
this morning time,
we melt as we smile,
while we smile as we melt,
This heat paints the garden in arrid parchment,
still the sky is holding tight to make the garden green again.
the cloudburst came not,
as hopefully anticipated,
my bed was a furnace,
hotter than hell,
I awoke much wetter than the storm of missing rain.
(C) Livvi