Scratchy grass tickles
The back of your neck, your arms,
As you gaze upward.
White clouds flounce above,
Making their journey across
The brilliant blue sky.
The sun radiates,
Warmth blooming across your skin.
You bask in its glow.
Laughter and chatter
From young and old reach your ears.
Dogs barking in joy.
The dry summer breeze
Cools hot skin, brings the scent of
A day without rain.
Summer comes and goes,
As seasons are wont to do.
Hold the memories.
Inspired by Enya’s “A Day Without Rain.”
© The Lightning Tower, 2020