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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