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

content:
the cool soft breeze caressing your hair
happiness:
the clear bright sunny sky
sadness:
the gentle rain dampening your skin
depression:
the pouring rain drenching your clothes
anger:
the scorching sun and whipping wind
rage:
the violent winds and tornado warnings

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ring
when song
birds

singjoy
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sing off
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May Day is upon us,
Summer is commenced,

And I find I am strung out on existence again.
Hazy daydreams and nostalgic motifs
play out on the threshold of waking awareness,

in this quiet interiority.
These recurring scenes

of abandoned planets, weathered landscapes
and transmuted ecology, fading lithographs
by fallen civilizations, collective memories
become the sole providence of those few
moments, thoughts, wandering lights.

Questions to ask when difficult emotions arise: Am I in a process?
Am I being too ******* myself? Am I taking things too seriously?

"He called philosophy down from the heavens,
And placed it in cities, and introduced it even in homes,
And drove it to inquire about life" (said Cicero, on Socrates).

Spring comes
And I find myself fond of fall.
Summer dawns
And I admire more winter.
Fall arrives
And I cherish spring newly.
Winter blossoms
And I appreciate summer more clearly.

The sun is setting,
On another windy day,

Cold and brittle,
Perfect for a *** roast!
We'd take to the grill,

But the weather had other plans.

Thankful for every passing cloud,

They reflect the sun so well.

dressed you for the rain
now this snow pelting pain
aww kid ! bad forecast