The Summer began in early Spring this year Bringing merciless heat scorching body and earth Cranking air conditioners and spinning fans Beaches and pools crowded with souls Searching for cooling comfort The solstice came and went and the arrival of rainy season gifted relief As it slipped into its seasonal pattern Now deep into August the sky is full Moving clusters of cumulus clouds Drape themselves across the blue-grey expanse Emptying in intervals With thirty second rain showers Now you see them, now you don’t Pouring on one side of the street, Not the other The sun peeking in between Painting her rainbows And as darkness falls mosquitoes come to life Sending their targets scurrying for the cover of citronella Heat lightning glows red in the night sky And thunder’s drum roll announces its presence
August in Florida is God's way of reminding us who's in charge. -- Blaize Clement
Mish is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse. This poem is in response to Sanaa's prompt of The Month of August from Thursday night's D'Verse. I was running too late to post it!
Our summer in the UK came late. We had thunderstorms in spring then days of extreme heat with more forecast in the next few days. I’m not sure if we’ve reached the ‘dog days of summer’…yet. Your poem sums this summer perfectly.
Those ominous clouds have been making themselves known here too….quite the contrast from our heat waves. I like this line……”The sun peeking in between / Painting her rainbows”
Ah yes Punam! I know our weather patterns are similar but I would have written about the ‘assault on my senses’ if writing bout Delhi. The sounds, the sights and the smells are unforgettable ☺️❤️
Our summer in the UK came late. We had thunderstorms in spring then days of extreme heat with more forecast in the next few days. I’m not sure if we’ve reached the ‘dog days of summer’…yet. Your poem sums this summer perfectly.
Thanks Bernadette. Crazy weather patterns all over the world these days. I cant believe those pictures of London burning. Amazing!
Those ominous clouds have been making themselves known here too….quite the contrast from our heat waves. I like this line……”The sun peeking in between / Painting her rainbows”
Thank you Mish. Stay dry! ☺️💕
This is so beautiful and spot on, Christine.
Aww thanks Regina ☺️💕
Christine, are you sure this is about your part of the world? I could swear you are writing about Delhi. Such vivid imagery and eye for details. ❤️😊
Ah yes Punam! I know our weather patterns are similar but I would have written about the ‘assault on my senses’ if writing bout Delhi. The sounds, the sights and the smells are unforgettable ☺️❤️
Loved this❤. Beautiful and realistic view of summer ⭐
Thank you Laiba. I appreciate that ☺️💕
Welcome❤
You’ve painted a vivid image through your words Christine.
Thanks so much Sadje ☺️💕
You’re welcome
You’ve captured the essence of summer in your poem – the heat, the frustration it engenders in us, and so much more.
Thank you Nitin. Im happy you liked it ☺️💕