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Mia J May 17
Her storms had been brewing for far too long.
Summer could only rain in June.
But her storms were on the brink of splashing down.
Humidity naturally caused her atmosphere to be hot annually.
June had run out of chances for Summer.
Summer was past the age of drizzling a small amount
on her own.

July came after June.
And was Summer’s new favorite month.
July made Summer so moist.
But she couldn’t let her storms come.  

At first.

Summer needed permission to rain in July.
But July was above 96 degrees on the first.
July made Summer feel warm and welcome.
July gave Summer a chance to relax properly.
Summer relaxed and let her storm rain all over July.
Her full clouds rumbled and clapped furiously on July.

Her waters made July as soaked as the Atlantic Ocean.
Summer couldn’t hold out for too long.
One release in July confirmed her need for a release
more frequently.
Summer was a hot-natured season.
And only wanted a month who could match her alluring ways.

-Mia J
7-11-2021

© 2021 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2021

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