The rain fell from the clouds. It made puddles from the sky. Always leaving it's moisture lingering. The hope of the grey going away was never gone. Just hidden behind the weary dreams of warmer days. The grass grew taller. The mowers put away in their sheds. No one ventured out into the wet world.
This went on for over four weeks. People were moody. Nothing went right. The walks in the showers weren't fun anymore. When would the real weather appear. Was it really Summer ?
Like the Gods of Warmth heard our hearts, it arrived one morning. The dull white clouds were gone. The color was blue. The air was fresh. The evenings were now spent mowing the lawn. The days were too hot to go outside. The local stores were out of fans and sunglasses. Flip flops were heard on every aisle.
At the end of a warm day, the colors in the yard needed their cool reward. I walk down my driveway, leaving it for them. They smile at me with thanks. The Summer was late and very hot.
It was all worth it for those moments.
~ JC ~
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