Soleil, Soleil...

Cold, sunny day turned grey.

An ocean of hailstones

pours down on the grungy streets.

A feeling of sudden depression,

the oncoming surge of

bottled-up expression.

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A colder day in April,

should have been the start

of that upcoming summer feeling,

that warm summer breeze,

that ever-so-slight kiss

of the sun on the streets.

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Yet as they say,

April showers bring May flowers,

but my flowers have already begun to bloom.

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Feeling

the itching want to

wear my summer dress

and faux leather sandals.

To have my sunglasses

hold the hair out of my eyes

and feel my skin getting

warmer as the day goes on.

That feeling of summer love and hope,

a new chance to live my life

and have my fun before

the world gets serious again

in September.

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I want to feel that dread

mixed with excitement

like an overly emotional cocktail.

I want that feeling of sun-kissed skin,

and the ice cream in my hand,

licked paper thin.

I want summer to come

and stay only until

I want Christmas time

to roll around again.

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But while these sepia-coated

images fill my mind

with summer fantasies,

I look out the double-glazed window,

and watch as the hail stops,

and the sun begins to shine once more,

on this colder day in April.

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