Summer rain

Summer and rain don't go together

At least in my memory

Summers seem to be always sunny

And that I'm sure can't be. 

Summer storms I remember

Stuck in a tin shed for hours

Paralysed by fear of thunder

Hitting it's corrugated iron roof.

Lost day at the beach

Spent waiting by the window

Lashed by angry rain

In a Spanish hotel room.

 

Summer rain hoped for

And never coming in the drought

Despair feeling my heart

For the parched and desolate soil.

Miraculous Summer rain

Came from no where

Made the mountains sigh of relief

In the midst of a hellish bushfire.

Summer rains of my past

Marked with their stamps

Of fear, boredom, despair and relief

The passport of memories.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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