Summer rays of light
brown my pale skin
that has been hidden inside
for 3 long months
as I hide from dangers
that were out of my control.
As I lay in the damp grass,
using my mind to persuade
spiders to not crawl across
my oily, burning legs,
I can’t help but wonder
which side to lay on
to let the sun’s heat
to warm up my soul
because I’m afraid
too much pain
has made me cold and bitter.
I’m afraid that combo
is only desirable
in a Starbucks
freshly iced coffee,
not in a soulmate,
There’s no feeling quite like a cool summer rain.
It comes and it goes, gently erasing pain.
Those huge, sweet raindrops wash the tears from my face.
For a short while, my sad thoughts they replace.
For a time, it is as though I am a child.
Living with reckless abandon. I am wild.
So what if the rain soaks through all my clothing?
Who is there to hear me as I twirl and sing?
For a short time, the rain clears me of sorrow.
I don’t seem to care what happens tomorrow.
The rain brings me joy that my life has forgot.
It is a happiness that cannot be bought.
But just like the storm, the moment is fleeting.
Into myself, I’m already retreating.
I think to myself as the clouds start to wane
There’s no feeling quite like a cool summer rain
Sun is beating down.
It’s turning my skin bright red.
Not enough aloe.