I have always loved summer thunderstorms.
Summer rain like whispered dreams
Over a lady's garden by windowsill
Soaking the sunburnt alleys
Where boys play ball
Girls skip rope and hopscotch
And history lays warm and heavy over the concrete
Summer rain like drops of cinnamon
That fall along where a little girl's tears fell
Pooling into a warm sweet well
Hot and heavy in the month of August
It's spice stinging the cheeks
Of a young woman
Joyful yet humble
Summer rain like summer sun
Warm while it lasts
But all too soon done
Summer rain
Till you fall again
YOU ARE READING
100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
